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Things in life come back and forth

You’re young only until you grow up, and then you get old enough to drive a truck

Music blaring down an old back road, teen spirit making you feel old

You graduate from High School and then your world turns from slow

Oh, it turns from slow

She’s the only thing keeping it from going fast like a Hurricane Harry’s pool table side talk

Makes you find your way back home every time

You don’t need a map to find her heart because it’s already drawn out like art

It hits you like a freight train coming through that town you love so much

You get lost in her eyes, and become speechless to the world

Can’t even come up with the words to tell her how it makes you feel

Makes you feel brand new, like your a kid in High School again driving down a backroad

Her hand in your hand, with the radio up loud

Rocks bouncing off the fender of that old truck

Like the crickets singing a song for you and her

You don’t want to speed up, you want to slow down

Life goes by too fast when you’re having fun

But with her in your arms

It turns slow

Ohhhh, it turns slow

(Guitar Solo)

Things in life come back and forth

You’re young only until you grow up, and then you get old enough to drive a truck

Music blaring down an old back road, teen spirit making you feel old

You graduate from High School and then your world turns from slow

Oh, it turns from slow

(Guitar Fade)