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