SOS

Well, it’s the same old 

Thoughts on the counter

That stay cold after an hour

Power of bottles and cans

When do the answers arrive?

The lanterns' glow is blinding

The banters' roar is thriving

With the same old confrontation

It seems we might be alive

Oh, a free man

Makes his way to the wet land

Where the music rings in the

Warm air that dances around him

Will he go home alone?

Oh, they're all there

A night of jiving in the hot air

There's no hiding when

All that rhythm ceases to live

Who turned out the lights?