| Sunset beach we were just eighteen |
| We were out of school, out of here, lean and mean |
| Star-crossed lovers making our last stand |
| Making time, making wishes, making love in the sand |
| We sang Brown Eyed Girl till dawn |
| And then you were gone |
| I hear that song and it always takes me back |
| I sing along and I feel like that |
| I get lost in the memory |
| Of you and me |
| And it comforts me like an old friend |
| And takes me back again |
| It was a different girl and a different dream |
| I was twenty-one, spring break in New Orleans |
| Hurricane rain and Mardi Gras beads |
| It felt so damn good to be so damn free |
| We sang Walking In Memphis on Bourbon Street |
| No shoes on our feet |
| I hear that song and it always takes me back |
| I sing along and I feel like that |
| I get lost in the memory |
| Of you and me |
| And it comforts me like an old friend |
| And takes me back again |
| Don’t know where you are tonight, girl, it’s been a while |
| So many roads, so many miles |
| But I hope you’ll think of me and smile |
| Well, I hear that song and it always takes me back |
| I sing along and I feel like that |
| I get lost in the memory |
| Of you and me |
| It comforts me like an old friend, ooh-ooh |
| And it moves my soul like a summer wind |
| But it takes me back again |
| Oh, it takes me back again |
| Takes me back again |