Grand Ole Party Turn On Burn On
walking down that main drag
some good night with moonlight
peering in just enough to move us to our feet
get us out the door
i think i jumped alongside the curb
with you in the gutter hotstepping street clutter
we didn't speak
just exhaled frozen worlds
oh, turn on, burn on
did you think we had a destination
other than away from exhaustion or apprehension
did you think i was leading you ever so slightly
lightly headed secretly toward some deserted city
corner
to neck in the woods
no, let's just get a fire started
ignite a heat to prompt our feet to make a stance
against feeling beat
why can't we be simple and enough to matter
where to go from here now that it's clear
this place like any other loses appeal then cover
begins to stifle, begging for a quick revival
or a smart move to jumpstart an upheaval
gotta change up the circumstance
fit in more romances
sleep in a strange bed nightly
with a new vision to send you off to sleep tightly
and remind you to turn on, burn on
