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 into Boyz II Men
I grew up a lot that year
My sweatshirt said "No Fear", ha

My life was a stereo and 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"

Teen spirit in the air
Before we all owned cell phones
Study hall, passing notes
Yes, no, or I don't care

When my life was a stereo and 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

A year to be, hey, a year to be young
A year to be, hey, a year to be young
A year to be, hey, a year to be young

My life was a stereo and 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