San Francisco

I'd drive to San Francisco, pick you a Santa Lucian rose

Down in the redwood valley where the nightshade grows

Lay me down in the dogwood, whisper my name like you used to do

And I'd say you haven't changed much since I last saw you

Oh I know we're getting old, getting old for these games

Buying time in the backseat of your Chevrolet

Singing San Francisco, you'll be seeing me soon'

Read me your favorite poem, something you think that I might like

Adrienne, I adore you would you let me stay the night?

I'd kiss your hair in the morning, you'd say I don't have to go

And you'd look so nice in your t-shirt making coffee on the stove

I know we're getting old, we're getting old for these games

Buying time in the half-light of our salad days

Singing San Francisco, you'll be seeing me soon'

Our loose limbs move like morning mist rolling through across the bay

Your eyes meet mine so slowly as we wake

Hmmm

Hmmm

Hmmm