Cut the power, I’ll thrive in the dark
The survivors killers and cowards ’cause we ain’t got no heart
No hours, every day is a tally mark
We hid while they went in the Ark, two by two
When he was gone we danced under the moon
“Many a night I would be out onstage, and the intimacy of the songs against the raucousness of this huge beast that is an audience felt very weird. I was not David to that Goliath.”