Another East Bay Night.

East Bay Night,

East Bay Night,

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 all sing along,

everything gonna be alright.

Another East Bay Night,

East Bay Night,

East Bay Night,

East Bay Night.

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 over the Landfill.

And we'll reminisce on the front porch

under a yellow light.

Another East Bay Night,

East Bay Night,

East Bay Night,

East Bay Night.

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,

East Bay Night,

East Bay Night,

East Bay Night.