Springsteen flooded through the base of his ole jeep. That song had never felt more real. Maybe cause you were in flipflops and cut off jeans with a store bought tan or maybe cause your name was in fact on his arm. The warmth of that July sun seemed to seep into your skin as he cruised down the road heading for the river. Freedom sat on your tongue as the first tastes of summer dawned on you. The rest of your life was ahead, no more high school.