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 'til the bitter, bitter end

And I wrote this song with thirty-five 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

And 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 dreams

Cornell was born on the twentieth 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