Moon Landing - Strand of Oaks

Malcolm Young died some time late last year

I thought about his rhythm and I dreamed about his gear

Didn’t no reverb, didn’t care about trends

Held it down tight 'til the bitter, bitter end

I wrote this song with 35 lives

Walking on a beach, beyond space and time

The waves came crashing and the fog was rolling in

And I wondered if I’d get invited to the party again

Mid-way through the night, well beyond sleep

I became the cynic, all at once I felt relieved

Change your name, better open up the store

Sell out the show, why do you look so bored?

Producers cost money and your wife pays the rent

You told me in the bar, go ahead and have your kids

Do the math, watch the news

Bonfires keep burning, it’s just me and you

I think about Carter and I think about Chris

Deven found a band that makes a lot more sense

Bobby’s singing prophet with the futuristic eyes

I’m sorry how it ended, I was too dumb to try

Full kitchen for hard love, got your seeds and stems

Just be a better husband, you can be a better friend

Smile at the sun and bark at the moon

It’s okay to feel happy, you got nothing, nothing to lose

Tide’s coming in now and you’re running out of land

A clever metaphor, something slipping through my hand

It’s less about this music and more about the need

To prove you were right for chasing your dream

Cornell was born on the 20th of July

Same day I was born back in '82

Same day Neil Armstrong took Buzz’s spot on the moon

Sometimes you get there first