Turn the Lights Back On

Driving down 7th Avenue
So many things have changed
The places, the faces, the traces
Of the days are falling out of range

While I'm parking my car
I see a familiar bar
The neon beer sign has seen better times
And this joint can't keep up with the fines

So raise a glass, make a toast
Honor all forgotten ghosts
Turn the lights back on, my friend
Turn the lights back on

Barely a crowd for a Saturday
And I heard that the manager died
People used to come see me
Now they forget I'm alive

The manager's son remembers me
He's in the back smokin' a bone
They used to come see me to forget about life
Now they just stare at their phones
Now they just stare at their phones

So raise a glass, make a toast
Honor all forgotten ghosts
Turn the lights back on, my friend
Turn the lights back on

A familiar face turns to me
Says "Hey can you settle a bet?
Can you play me a lil' memory?"
Buddy I'm just tryin' to forget

In younger days I was the Piano Man
I used to start all the fires
Now you can just call me Billy
And I'm finally feeling inspired

So raise a glass, make a toast
Honor all forgotten ghosts
Turn the lights back - one last time
Turn the lights back on