When the sun goes down and the night come around and the fog come a rolling in, When you cast a line to go dance one time and an old friend invites you in, hear a punk rock song and we sing along Everything gonna be alright
Another East Bay Night (East Bay Night [x3])
Well gramma stands on the very same land on the old house up on the hill, you can see the San Francisco bay Alcatraz albany landfill, and reminisce on the front porch under a yellow light
Another East Nay Night (East Bay Night [x3])
Earthquakes shake and fires take from this view I've seen it all, I've tasted smoke as the hills burned I heard the freeway fall, when there's nothing to say just look into the bay you know some things they just feel right