I believe I’ll have another, and another, and one more
Until I lay here staring at you from a sticky floor
of a bar I shouldn’t frequent at my age without my wife
it’s the story of my evening, the story of my life.
What’s the worst thing that could happen off carousing on my own
I’m halfway sort of famous, what if my cover’s blown?
Will I have to sit and listen to another tell their tale
of how they’d surely make it when all they’ve ever done is fail?
I’m just in it for the music and that’s how it’s always been
When the band is tight and the tunes are right there’s a momentary zen
a spiritual thing that’s not religious or dogmatic
but an emotional knife that cuts right through the static
Of a daily life that’s not that special just like anyone’s
only with feedback, and distortion pedals, and drums
Rock ‘n’ roll is here to stay sang the Juniors at the hop
Don’t know about forever but here’s hoping it won’t stop
For me, or for you, or anyone who has a stake
in music, in life, in whatever difference it can make.