Beethoven St.

Beethoven St. - Sunday's Best

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

Backyard in the sun, runners up at dawn,

Motorcars with mufflers charged raced after dark...

Backyard in the sun, runners up at dawn,

Motorcars with mufflers charged raced after dark...

Never let it Never let it go now.

You know Beethoven was my own.

Never let it Never let it go now.

You know Beethoven was my own.

was my own.

Backyard in the sun, runners up at dawn,

Motorcars with mufflers charged raced after dark...

Backyard in the sun, runners up at dawn,

Motorcars with mufflers charged raced after dark...

Never let it Never let it go now.

You know Beethoven was my own.

Never let it Never let it go now.

You know Beethoven was my own.

Never let it Never let it go now.

You know Beethoven was my own.

Never let it Never let it go now.

You know Beethoven was my own.

was my own

was my own

was my own

was my own