Chorus. I knew a young boy with a blue guitar.. He told me someday he wanted to be a big rock star.. Following footsteps for his family.. Bright lights and center stage is where he longs to be.. Boy you better hold on to those childhood dreams.. Cuz Hollywood is not what it seems.. Chorus. Freshman dreams flowing in the air.. Innocence and dignity would someday take him there.. He grabbed the mic on the coffeehouse stage. And read from his book of life page after page.. Chorus. Bridge. He captivated the crowd with his acoustic flow.. His words like magic strumming solo.. Serenity you see this was his first night. At the poetry show.. His soul revealed pieces of a dream.. We could all relate. Fate put us on the same team.. Like a rainbow we shared song after song.. It takes a village.. This is where we belong.