Roll Up Roll Out

A sweaty basement made of stone stays alight While it's night outside in Boston The smoke clings to the air as we go down the stairs We take our coats and toss them I didn't know what to say on the way I felt my tongue a little tied Am I just another fool who noticed you And started running blind? The music's getting started now Should I hold your hand? But I don't know how Wish I could hear you but it's too damn loud Roll up And roll out Show up Let's go out Now we're dancing in the dimly lit house I look at you and you at me Your eyes outshine the neon lights That drape around the pillars painted green And beneath the ivy forest on the stage The Twisted Oak fills the void And for just an evening there's a freeing Feeling of the song and the soul being joined The music's blasting in our ears We drink the songs that were planted here In the Garden as we're breathing in the atmosphere Roll up And roll out Show up Let's go out And at the end of the show we say goodbye I probably could've kissed you if I tried But the heat from the house is gone And left my feet cold Ba-da-da-da da-da-da-da Ba-da-da-da da-da-da-da Ba-da-da-da da-da-da-da da Ba-da-da-da da-da-da-da Ba-da-da-da da-da-da-da Ba-da-da-da da-da-da-da da Ba-da-da-da da-da-da-da Ba-da-da-da da-da-da-da Ba-da-da-da da-da-da-da da Ba-da-da-da da-da-da-da Ba-da-da-da da-da-da-da Ba-da-da-da da-da-da-da da Ba-da-da-da da-da-da-da Ba-da-da-da da-da-da-da Ba-da-da-da da-da-da-da da Ba-da-da-da da-da-da-da Ba-da-da-da da-da-da-da Ba-da-da-da da-da-da-da