Living Room
Lyrics
Keys in the bowl, the lights come on
The tie's already halfway gone
Two socks slide me down the hall
To the shelf that holds my all
The amp, the dust, the stacked-up sound
The needle waiting to come down
Five days I kept my voice at three
Tonight the dial belongs to me
The first chord lands, the floor takes note
The week unbuttons from my throat
The speakers wake from five days' sleep
The dust lifts off in one gold leap
And somewhere in my ribs a door
Swings open like it did before
Turn it up, turn it up, the week is over
Turn it up, turn it up, the walls can take it
Every watt is spoken for
This is what the living's for
This is what the living's for
There was a bedroom long ago
A racket-for-guitar road show
A mirror for a stadium
A hairbrush for the podium
The same three chords, the same wide grin
The encore that I'm living in
The neighbors' lights are coming on
The evening's leaning on the lawn
My knees are on the sofa's edge
Mid-air above the cushion ledge
And when I land the needle skips
Worth it
Worth it
Every bit
Turn it up, turn it up, the week is over
Turn it up, turn it up, the walls can take it
Every watt is spoken for
This is what the living's for
This is what the living's for
The old reflex finds the dial
The sorry-hand, the settled style
Half my life
I lived at three
Turn it back up
Turn it up, turn it up, the week is over
Turn it up, turn it up, the careful man is dancing
Every watt is spoken for
This is what the living's for
This is what the living's for
The side runs out, the needle sighs
Static settles, warm and kind
Turn the lights off, leave the grin
Same kid out as who walked in