I woke up to greeting cards from people I don't know I woke up to blue above and blue below these wooden floors This kind of thing, you can't be told This kind of thing, you won't be taught I drove home, the interstate Wishing I had learned to fly She's my Canadian girl On the fifth day of July This kind of thing, you can't be told This kind of thing, you 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 It'll never be It'll never be the same Yeah, everyone gets a moment when It'll never be the same again Someday I'll write 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 This kind of thing, you can't be told This kind of thing, you 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 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 And she said time and time again I wouldn't be alive If it wasn't for the summer of 1975