I remember my old Beethoven Street:
with the market on the corner always closed
A place that will never change in time;
when you find it you can tell that it's mine
Backyard in the sun, runners up at dawn,
motorcars with mufflers charged raced after dark"¦
I knew I could never really leave:
there's a handprint on the sidewalk I've outgrown
In a place that I will always call my home
Never forget it Never leave it alone
Never let it go now
You know Beethoven was my own