Way back on the radio dial, a fire got lit inside a bright-eyed child.Every note just wrapped around his soul, from steel guitars to Memphis, all the way to rockand roll.Oh, I can hear them playing, I can hear the ringing of a beat-up old guitar.Oh, I can hear them singing, keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart.Downtown is where I used to wander, old enough to get there but too young to get inside.So I would stand out on the sidewalk and listen to the music playing every Friday night.Oh, I can hear them playing, I can hear the ringing of a beat-up old guitar.Oh, I can hear them singing, keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart.Some dreams stay with you forever, drag you around to bring you back to where you were.Some dreams keep on getting better, you gotta keep believing if you want to know for sure.Oh, I can hear them playing, I can hear the ringing of a beat-up old guitar.Oh, I can hear them singing, keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart.Oh, I can hear them playing, I can hear the ringing of a beat-up old guitar.Oh, I can hear them singing, keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart.Keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart.Keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart.Keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart.