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.
1 | Too Soon To Laugh |
2 | Truest You |
3 | Indian Summer |
4 | Instead, He Falls |
5 | Looks Like A Mess |
6 | Love My Friends, Hate My Life |
7 | Saccharine |
8 | Los Feliz Arms |
9 | Brave But Brittle |
10 | If We Had It Made |