It's dying, dying, a-no one shows
Hey, where did all the people go when the good venues closed
Move on, ya move on to something new
Did you forget about the artists making things for you
They stay up and they write their songs
They'd never do it if they thought it was wrong
And you need it to set you free
From all the mundane little miseries
I hear the sound, sound, sound of it all
Ringing in my ears and off of the walls
And it gets loud, loud and out of control
But there's still room for more
Down the rabbit hole
Don't tell me to quit and get on with life
I dare you go a week without your tunes; stuck on I-5
Here in Tacoma and Seattle
We sat by train tracks and sang to the sea before we stood
Here on the stage where we felt it in the moment and knew we couldn't stop it
For heaven's sake; don't quit, keep singing 'til the day you die
And hear the sound, sound, sound of it all
Ringing in my ears and off of the walls
And it gets loud, loud and out of control
But there's still room for more
Down the rabbit hole
But there's still room for more
Down the rabbit hole
I hear the sound, sound, sound of it all
Ringing in my ears and off of the walls
And it gets loud, loud and out of control
But there's still room for more
Down the rabbit hole
But there's still room for more
Down the rabbit hole