When the sun goes down and the night come around and the fog come a rollin' 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
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
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 nothin' to say just look into the bay
You know some things they just feel right
Another East Bay night
When the sun goes down and the night come around and the fog come a rollin' 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
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
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 nothin' to say just look into the bay You know some things they just feel right