bring me back to an hour ago time stands still as the years go by brown-eyed girl that's throwing down a bottle of old english back in the warehouse old days are fine but left so far behind from California to Jane st. the kids alright alright as they'll ever be 'cause you will always be my sweet sixteen sleep on the floor on cardboard stab at my heart like a dart board brown-skinned girl that I dream about a long long time now from the midwest to the beach