Turn Out The Lights

Somewhere the party never stopped
Somewhere the 7th floor of the Sheraton
in Madison, Wisconsin is still shaking its head
Gathering its tables and chairs up from outside

Somewhere there are still packed music venues
With sweaty teenagers hanging on every note
By just word of mouth and zero promotion
Somewhere the ice cream man ain’t talkin bout love

Somewhere David Lee Roth might as well jump
Somewhere Eddie is still blowing smoke rings
Somewhere they’re running a little too hot tonight
Somewhere the world’s a stage and not a ghost town

Somewhere Michael Anthony is swigging Jack Daniels
Onstage playing drunken bass solos and peacemaker
Somewhere there’s finger taps and sexy pick harmonics
Unmatched by any rock ‘n roll guitarist before or since

Like a dog running around chasing squirrels and birds
A howling mad flailing beast. Before the shotgun blast
Unvirtual. Visceral. Intimate. Raw. And untranced
Before the masks. Zombies. And social distancing

Back when the lightswitch was on and burning bright
Back when the rock’n roll lifestyle was still erupting
Back when sobriety and brown M & M’s were taboo
Instead of smiles

Back when we reveled in being human
Unafraid to get close and dance the night away
Somewhere Eddie is still rocking the fuck out
Running with the devil, on fire, and unchained