Mark Erelli - Basement Days lyrics

Timmy played ba** and his brother had a Mexican Strat I was on drums and couldn't find the one but I only sang a little flat Fake wood paneling, linoleum floor Pillow stuffed under the upstairs door Trying to learn a few chords and start a band Take me back to those basement days "Stairway To Heaven" and "Purple Haze" "Pinball Wizard" and "Born To Run" "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" We were lost in the music down in that room It might as well have been the dark side of the moon You can burn out or fade away But you can't go back to those basement days We learned enough songs and we thought that it sounded alright So we rented out a local church basement on a Saturday night All our friends were there we were living the dream 'Til the fire marshal arrived on scene And pulled the plug 'cause we set off the alarm with our dry ice machine Take me back to those basement days "Stairway To Heaven" and "Purple Haze" "Whipping Post" and "Aqualung" "I Can't Get No Satisfaction" We were lost in the music down in that room It might as well have been the dark side of the moon You can burn out or fade away But you can't go back to those basement days Give me one more shot at 16 years old Back when I still believed that rock n' roll Could save my soul Now Timmy's in computers and his brother is a lawyer I hear Who'd have guessed I'd be the one still crazy after all these years But it only comes in flashes every now and again I get a little taste of how it was back then And it keeps me going every time I feel like packing it in Take me back to those basement days "Stairway To Heaven" and "Purple Haze" "Sugar Magnolia," "Here Comes The Sun" I still know every word to "Comfortably Numb" We were lost in the music down in that room It might as well have been the dark side of the moon You can burn out or fade away But you can't go back to those basement days