If life was simple. Every day like Sunday afternoon. There'd be no reason. To wake up fight back be a better you. Come dance by the fire. 'Til you're feeling higher. Than the State of Empire. Let that New York feeling. Kill your pain into your ears. Let the rhythm dry your tears. As the world stops. And the band plays. Walking to the light all of a sudden. And the band plays. Always making something out of nothing. Turn your heartache into loving. And the band plays. Beware the straight roads. Or they'll catch you sleeping at the wheel. The warning sirens are more than sounds. There's something you can feel. Come let down your hair. Let your despair be shared. You can dance in your bed. Let that downtown feeling. Kill your pain and all your fears. Let the rhythm dry your tears. As the work stops. And the band plays. Walking to the light all of a sudden. And the band plays. We're always making something out of nothing. Turn your heartache into loving. And the band plays. And the band plays. Boom boom boom. Pow wow wow. Crashing on the symbals. And the band plays. Boom boom boom. Pow wow wow. Can you hear the trumpets. Screaming at the trombones. Walking to the light all of a sudden. And the band plays. You know we're always making something out of nothing. Turn your heartache into loving. And the band plays