I grow up among the heritage of the past, a number of houses and dream houses, and the smell of freshly cut grass on a summer day. I remember when we stole flowers from Mrs. Jensen's tree, and how we hid on the school's roof. Surrounded by wilderness and bubbles, deep forests where almost no one had. New steps took shape every time you took a step, everything in the world seemed big and too easy. Got my first skateboard around fourth grade, learned how to make a nollie over a zero box. Light nets, we hung out on the red square, suddenly you were a teenager, I gave it gas. Dad was a doctor, mom was a teacher, still it's like I'm a little too both. Now I have a doctor degree in poetry and pop music, grown-ups respect me and the kids think we're the ***. I always had a urge to break out, made my first verse seven years old, so I won't rot. In a small studio, out on the big road, the less I feel the day is like an open road. Remember when Nick said that if we get what we want, one day we'll be just as big as the campaign. Next goal should be replaced by something else, and I saw my world be transformed. It's like every day brings, like where the journey ends, where I have dreams with me. So it's okay, okay, it's like every day brings, like where the journey ends, where I have dreams with me. And suddenly everything sings your name. Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-ne, na-na-na-ne, na-na-na-na. Where I have dreams with me. And suddenly everything sings your name. Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-ne, na-na-na-ne, na-na-na-na. Where I have dreams with me. Pure young punk, skateboard in my father's trunk. The mountain top is waiting for us, we should conquer it. BAM, CDM, VVM, the backers. From the forefront and out into the world. There was a time before I screamed south, suits and Air Ones. I rocked Raiders pants and Reebok pumps. And my thoughts fly into the sunset. I'm buried under a stone in the carport. I see a picture of my brother in a blue pajamas. In a hospital bed, he was just about to leave. But remember, thanks to the law, he stayed. You made it in the morning. Thank you for letting me write. Because I'm not just a hipster. Nah, I'm one of the real artists. And that will show when we blow up again and again. Without breaking up. Because we are none of those who are stuck on the red runner. And that version of ourselves that we once were. Pops up like a remote memory in a song. That makes us say, come on. We'll live and dream on tomorrow. It doesn't matter what the day brings. It doesn't matter where the journey ends. As long as I have the dream with me. Then it's okay, okay. It doesn't matter what the day brings. Where the whole world turns. As long as I have the dream with me. As long as I have the dream with me. And suddenly every country sings your name. Because I have the dream with me. And suddenly every country sings your name. Because I have the dream with me. Because I have the dream with me. And suddenly every country sings your name. Because I have the dream with me. And suddenly every country sings your name. Because I have the dream with me.