Year to Be Young 1994

I must admit I felt the flame
Kurt Cobain, a Fender Mustang
MTV brought me up
This is your brain on drugs

I won't forget that first girlfriend
That got me in The boys, The Men
I grew up a lot that year
My sweatshirt said no fear, ah

My life was a stereo
Man, it was everything
First one in line for the last dance with Mary Jane
Hiding in my headphones, laying on a bedroom floor
1994

Tell mom, see ya later
Don't be blowing up my pager
When the shows over I'll come home
When that is, I don't know, hm

Teen spirit in the air
Before we owned our own cell phones
In study hall passing notes
Yes, no, or I don't care

When my life was a stereo
Man, it was everything
Soundtrack, first kiss
Out at the roller rink
Hands held, two hearts falling on a hardwood floor
1994
1994

Think you know it all when you don't know any better
Tell yourself you're gonna live forever
Fires burning and I'm still holding the torch
From 1994

Lay with me
Lay with me, yeah
Lay with me
Lay with me, yeah
Lay with me
Lay with me, yeah

My life was a stereo
Man, it was everything
Soundtrack track takes me back
Through all those memories
Hiding in my headphones, laying on the bedroom floor
It takes me back to the days when a song was so much more

1994
1994
1994