1973

Who would ever want to leave

What a shame to even go

Soon the blinking on of fluoros

Will have us on the street

Everybody's happy here

I've hardly seen a fight

The music's swimming in my ear

I love the pulsing lights oh yeah

The room is more than half way filled

The night's a big success

The bands have all been dressed to kill

The third one was the best

And in the break we headed out

To drink three cans of beer

That Jeff had borrowed from his dad

He said he wouldn't care

So we rolled a racehorse

And the stars began to fall

But we didn't even look back

And the drums filed up the hall

I even had the luck to talk to you

Wendy from 3E3

She told me as she left the toilets

She'd go around with me

We stood together at the front

Holding hands, holding hands

I couldn't leave the axeman's fingers

As he played and played and played

Now the stony lights are humming

And we're filing out the door

I hope these kind of nights keep running

'Cause I'll be coming back for more and more

It was 1973 It was 1973 It was 1973