1975 가사

I woke up to greeting cards From people I don't know no more I woke up to blue above And blue below these wooden floors This kind of thing, it can't be told This kind of thing, it won't be taught I drove on the interstate wishing I had learnt to fly She's my Canadian girl on the fifth day of July This kind of thing, it can't be told This kind of thing, it won't be taught And she said time and time again I wouldn't be alive If it wasn't for the summer of 1975 And it'll never be It'll never be the same And everyone gets a moment when It'll never be the same again Someday I'll write it down, if it's okay I won't change the names I don't know how the story ends But I know that it began this way And this kind of thing, it can't be told This kind of thing, it won't be taught When she said time and time again I wouldn't be alive If it wasn't for the summer of 1975 It'll never be It'll never be the same Yeah, everyone gets a moment when It'll never be the same again This kind of love, you can't be told This kind of love, you won't be taught It'll never be It'll never be the same It'll never be the same again It'll never be It'll never be the same And everyone gets a moment when It'll never be the same again Oh, she said time and time again I wouldn't be alive If it wasn't for the summer of 1975