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