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 do
 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 mikes
 Turn up the heaters and fire up the floodlights
 Because 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
 I 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