Friday night, county road. Seventeen, off we go. Summertime, not a care in the world. Well, I remember. . My two best friends, and me. Taking a trip, to feel the ocean breeze.
I wrote it down when I was only a young boy of seventeen. A long list of what true love means. Now I'm here on the wrong side of lonely here. 'Cause I never really knew what really matters to me.