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.