San Francisco

The mist fills,

Quiet room.

San francisco

What the hell was all

That talkin’ round,

Where is it now, sunny california?

I wake with you, I feel your coat, sleep late afternoons

And I hitched along, but I turned wrong,

How you moved me along, with your shepard songs,

Everytime you opened up to sing…

The still sun, never moves, across the sky…

Funny thing, time.

She made you mine…

And she’ll rob you blind.

Lay down in your new town

Walk the ground.

Glass and houses fill the fields.

Now the moon sees everything

In this sanitarium

Can I get through, like the moon gets through,

Across the sea

Treacherous.

And now you’ve gone, after all we’ve known,

And after all that I’ve been told…

California’s cold

Lay down in your new town

Walk the ground

How you made me weep on sansom st.

And how you made the weather come.