Went down, way far underground   We got started at the bottom of the basement   We didn't stretch to come to a sound   We'd just play until we found the proper placement, and it was alright   It was just the way we used to do it   But now the times have changed and all the questions too...   Like why bother to pursue it?      For far too many, many years   I'd ask myself the same thing everyday   What do I want and where should I go?   Is playing music just leading me astray?   I didn't think so   And all my sisters convinced me that I should keep it up   Because it was embedded in my blood type - O      All that we needed was four tracks and maybe some paint fumes   And the desire for creation was away   It always sounded good and we knew it would   We never dreamed that one day it would pay and now we're slowly waking up   I had the strangest dream   I was drowning in a flooded studio coiled in cables, and inputs   And I was coming apart at the seams      40 tracks and 40 mikes   Turn up the heaters and fire up the floodlights   Because we're going to be here for a long time   But this place feels right because this is our space   And we can do what we want when we need it, and it's on our own dime      And now I'm raising up a ballet boy and a hockey girl   And I've got a wife that I really love   Truly, deeply, completely and hopefully so   Somebody's watching over from above   Just who I can't say   I try to rationalize it in my own way   These are the reasons that you do what you do and I can be satisfied   With a life of less work and more play   Poor me