Well I’m back in Berkeley and nobody loves me

Man it sure feels like I’ve been here before

With a spotlight shining down above me

I’ve got a job to do but I’m not sure what for

Nothing matters anymore

I’m back in the East Bay with the blues again

I guess I’m destined to repeat my past

Because I’m trapped in a sad cramped hotel room again

With suicide proof windows and some N95 masks

Nothing good can last

When I was twenty-six

I knew a girl from Minneapolis

We started dancing down an inevitable path

Now I’m thirty-seven

And the girl has gone and left

She wants to stay my friend but I just can’t go back

Babe, I don’t bend like that

Now I’m wandering the streets and they’re all empty

You would hardly recognize this hard luck ghost town

They got our picture on the wall in the room down the hall from me

And memories of you are hiding behind every bend I round

I kinda wish they’d tear it down

Lord I’m lost in the San Francisco fog once more

Caught in a cycle of loneliness and pain

And I’m tossing the towel ‘cause I can see the score

And the lights of the Golden Gate are calling out my name

The cycle ends today

I’m back in Berkeley and nobody loves me