Every curb knows my name
I sat here when I was four
My haircut was a soccer mop
Jump off the train into my turf
Watch a few pigeons steal pizza scraps
So long ago and still so near
And in every corner a teenage dream still hangs
Both fists full of dreams
That I dreamed as a little punk
Every night and every day
I walk the way home like in my sleep
Because the clubs are still smoky
These nights are sacred, the sound is dirty
So long ago and still so near
And in every corner a teenage dream still hangs
Right before the end there's a house
There's a light on at the kitchen table
Time races on, so much goes by
But here it says: Welcome
Where I finally see you again
Finally hold you tight in my arms
So long ago and still so near
And in every corner a teenage dream still hangs
So long ago and still so near
And in every corner a teenage dream still hangs