Intro:  A F#m D A 
 
A                                   F#m 
In the lamp light on Locust Street, with the party far behind 
D                                      A 
No sound but the beat of her heart and mine 
    A                                          F#m 
The smell of her hair was my first breath, and her lips were my first kiss 
D                                A 
And my first step was a headlong dive 
 

           E                            A                D 
I couldn't keep myself from falling, so she taught me to fly 
          A           E           D 
And I was born in the summer of '75 
 

A                                      F#m 
In the morning light she wore my coat, and all I wanted to know 
D                                         A 
Was she trembling from the feeling or the cold 
A                                      F#m 
As the sleepy small town came to life, I saw the answer in her eyes 
D                                    A 
And knew I'd always have her hand to hold 
 

    E                                      A             D 
Now somethings don't need saying, you just feel 'em deep inside 
          A           E           D 
The way I felt in the summer of '75 
 

    E                              D            A 
Now all that seems like yesterday, how the time slips away 
    F#m                 A 
The blinding speed will leave you feeling cold 
   E                             D               A 
So when I feel the hands of time tugging at this life of mine 
  F#m           D                E 
I reach for the warmest thing to hold 
 

A F#m D A 
 
A                                      F#m 
A light still shines on Locust Street, somewhere back in time 
           D                               A 
And I wake up to the beat of her heart and mine 
    A                               F#m 
And I reach out and touch her hair, just to know that she's still there 
D                                  A 
And the dream I had is still by my side 
 

        E                                A                   D 
I might not make church on Sunday, but I thank the Lord each night 
           A           E           D 
That I was born in the summer of '75 
            A           E           D 
Yeah, I was born in the summer of '75