Another East Bay Night

When the sun goes down

and the night come around

and the fog come a rolling in,

When you cast a line

to go dance one time

and an old friend invites you in,

hear a punk rock song

and we sing along

Everything gonna be alright

Another East Bay Night

Well gramma stands on

the very same land

on the old house

up on the hill,

you can see the San Francisco bay

Alcatraz albany landfill,

and reminisce on the front porch

under a yellow light

Another East Nay Night

Earthquakes shake and fires

take from this view

I've seen it all,

I've tasted smoke

as the hills burned

I heard the freeway fall,

when there's nothing to say

just look into the bay

you know some things

they just feel right

Another East Bay Night