[Verse] The lights all winked out, the fridge went quiet, I grabbed a flashlight, whispered, “Oh, no!” But then I found my old guitar, busted string, Played a few chords, started humming something. [Pre-Chorus] The dog barked at the moon, the cat knocked over a cup, I said, “Well, honey, this is how we roll—” We didn’t need no Wi-Fi for a little soul, Just a tune and my socks on the floor. [Chorus] Oh, let’s sing for the dark, let’s dance in the black, No need for electric, we got this spark! With a bottle of iced tea and a porch swing that sways, We’ll sing till the moon comes back to the haze! Oh, let’s sing for the dark, let’s laugh at the power, We’re not broke, we’re just unplugged—no frown, no sour! [Verse] I burned the popcorn, forgot the match, But found a casserole with a little too much salt. We danced on the floorboards with no spotlight, Me and my shadow made our own tight band. [Pre-Chorus] The neighbors came knocking, said, “Got a lantern?” I said, “We’re good—we’re having a rave!” They laughed, then they clapped, pulled out their own flutes, Said, “Honey, this is the kind of thing we call *fun*!” [Chorus] Oh, let’s sing for the dark, let’s dance in the black, No need for electric, we got this spark! With a bottle of iced tea and a porch swing that sways, We’ll sing till the moon comes back to the haze! Oh, let’s sing for the dark, let’s laugh at the power, We’re not broke, we’re just unplugged—no frown, no sour! [Bridge] And when the grid comes humming through the night, We’ll still be here, singing out of time— ‘Cause real fun ain’t in the lights it’s in the spark, And love’s a chorus that’s never out of the dark. [Chorus] Oh, let’s sing for the dark, let’s dance in the black, No need for electric, we got this spark! With a bottle of iced tea and a porch swing that sways, We’ll sing till the moon comes back to the haze! Oh, let’s sing for the dark, let’s laugh at the power, We’re not broke, we’re just unplugged—no frown, no sour! [Outro] So pass the tea, kick off your boots, Sing like nobody’s got a smartphone’s roots. We’re not lost—we’re just unplugged, And honey, this is the best kind of club.