Down in the Basement

Way down, way far underground

We got started at the bottom of the basement

We didn't stretch to come to a sound

We'd just play until we found the proper placement

And it was all right

It was just the way we used to do it

But now the times have changed and all the questions too

Like "Why bother to pursue it"

For far too many, many years

I'd ask myself the same thing everyday

What do I want and where should I go?

Is playing music just leading me astray?

I didn't think so

And all my sisters convinced me that I should keep it up

Because it was embedded in my blood type, oh

All that we needed was four tracks and maybe some paint fumes

And the desire for creation was away

It always sounded good, and we knew it would

We never dreamed that one day it would pay

And now we're slowly waking up

I had the strangest dream

I was drowning in a flooded studio coiled in cables and inputs

And I was coming apart at the seams

Forty tracks, forty mics

Turn up the heaters and fire up the floodlights

'Cause we're going to be here for a long time

But this place feels right because this is our space

And we can do what we want when we need it and it's on our own dime

And now I'm raising up a ballet boy and a hockey girl

And I've a wife that I really love

Truly, dearly, completely, and hopefully so

Somebody's watching over from above

Just who, I can't say

Try to rationalize it in my own way

These are the reasons that you do what you do and I can be satisfied

With a life of less work and more play

Poor me