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 is 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

Back street kid

Everyone was saying it

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 are saying it

Dream, dream, back street kid

Dream, dream, dream, dream, back street kid

He stepped into the rain

Cold and empty

Whispered never again

I'm 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

Say

Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream on

Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream on

Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream on

Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream on

Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream on

Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream on

Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream on

Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream, dream on

Dream on