Moon Landing

Malcolm Young died some time late last year
 I thought about his rhythm and I dreamed about his gear
 Didn't no reverb, didn't care about trends
 Held it down tight till the bitter, bitter end
 I wrote this song with 35 lives
 Walking on a beach, beyond space and time
 The waves came crashing and the fog was rolling in
 And I wondered if I'd get invited to the party again
 Mid-way through the night, well beyond sleep
 I became the cynic, all at once I felt relieved
 Change your name, better open up the store
 Sell out the show, why do you look so bored?
 Producers cost money and your wife pays the rent
 You told me in the bar, go ahead and have your kids
 Do the math, watch the news
 Bonfires keep burning, it's just me and you
 I think about Carter and I think about Chris
 Deven found a band that makes a lot more sense
 Bobby's singing prophet with the futuristic eyes
 I'm sorry how it ended, I was too dumb to try
 Full kitchen for hard love, got your seeds and stems
 Just be a better husband, you can be a better friend
 Smile at the sun and bark at the moon
 It's okay to feel happy, you got nothing, nothing to lose
 Tide's coming in now and you're running out of land
 A clever metaphor, something slipping through my hand
 It's less about this music and more about the need
 To prove you were right for chasing your dream
 Cornell was born on the 20th of July
 Same day I was born back in '82
 Same day Neil Armstrong took Buzz's spot on the moon
 Sometimes you get there first