Gregory Alan Isakov - San Francisco Lyrics
quiet room.san franciscoWhat the hell was allthe talkin’ round,where is it now, sunny california?I wake with you, I feel your coat, sleep late afternoonsand I hitched along, but I turned wrong,how you moved me along, with your shepherd songs,every time 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 townwalk the ground.glass and houses fill the fields.Now the moon sees everythingin this sanitariumcan I get through, like the moon gets through,across the seatreacherous.and now you’ve gone, after all we’ve known,and after all that I’ve been told…california’s coldLay down in your new townwalk the groundhow you made me weep on sansom streetand how you made the weather come.