We used to lay on the bed with the Grateful Dead In our headphones all all alone You were a friend of the Devil, little red head rebel With your venom in my soul We didn’t know just what it was but Sure as hell called it love And when I hear that song I sing along and think about us
17 with a pocket full of dreams and a little bit a money saved up Sharing sips and cigarette tips on the tailgate of my truck
We were young and full of feelings Heart beating barely breathing Counting stars on a Saturday night With our backs in the grass on the 50 yard line We were one step short of leaving Wide eyed and full of freedom Hot blooded in our cheap blue jeans We were misfits with American dreams
Red light running, main street gunning We were buzzing like a neon sign You had my heart in your hand When you made me a man Kissing heaven for the first time
All that mattered was the cash for a full tank of gas and some Marlboro Lights Love grew green, your lips were sweet as bottled up watermelon wine
We were young and full of feelings Heart beating barely breathing Counting stars on a Saturday night With our backs in the grass on the 50 yard line We were one step short of leaving Wide eyed and full of freedom Hot blooded in our cheap blue jeans We were misfits with American dreams
All we had was all we wanted, all we wanted was all we had All we had was all we wanted, hindsight’s 20/20 looking back
We were young and full of feelings Heart beating barely breathing Counting stars on a Saturday night With our backs in the grass on the 50 yard line We were one step short of leaving Wide eyed and full of freedom Hot blooded in our cheap blue jeans We were misfits with American dreams Yeah, misfits with American dreams Misfits with American dreams
We used to lay on the bed with the Grateful Dead In our headphones all alone