Back Street Kid testo

Back street kid
He had eyes of the poor, wild and hungry
Stood outside of the store, shy and clumsy
Saw an electric guitar he got hooked from the start
That?s what it did
To the back street kid
It?s a dangerous game, might come to nothing
Very hard to explain, the pushing and the shoving
Still the sound in his ears and the many lean years
Taught him to live
The back street kid
Everyone was singing
Dream, dream back street kid
Dream, dream, dream, dream back street kid
He spends hours on his own, he?s still learning
Learns to wait for the phone, ideas burning
And from liberty hall he will rise or he?ll fall
That?s how he?ll live
The back street kid
All the kids were singing
Dream, dream back street kid
Dream, dream, dream, dream back street kid
He stepped into the rain, cold and empty
Whispered never again, not contented
Walked off into the night, he walked far out of sight
So much to give
The back street kid
Dream, dream back street kid
Dream, dream, dream, dream back street kid
Hear your mama calling
Dream, dream back street kid
Dream, dream, dream, dream back street kid
Dream on back street kid