| Up in San Francisco where the forest meets the bridge
|
| I thought I saw you standing there
|
| And then you fell into the well
|
| But that was many years ago
|
| And I am so much older now
|
| My brother is a soldier now
|
| I can’t seel him anyhow, a hilltop in the wind
|
| And you, swimming up tide or just tuning in radio stations
|
| I left my love in San Francisco (that's okay, I was bored anyway)
|
| I left my love in the room (that's okay, I was born in L.A.)
|
| I left my love in San Francisco (that's okay, I was bored anyway)
|
| I left my love in a field (that's okay, I was born in L.A.)
|
| And we were stating on this hill that Jesus came from Israel
|
| Eyes above a sacred cow
|
| So not to wake a sparrow splashing
|
| But that was many years from now
|
| And I hope from here on out
|
| I always seem to want to shout
|
| «Your eyes are like a cup of tea
|
| Ascend into the sun with me»
|
| You, swimming upstream or just tuning in to the new sensations
|
| I was broken, you were okay
|
| I left my love in San Francisco (that's okay, I was bored anyway)
|
| I left my love in the room (that's okay, I was born in L.A.)
|
| I left my love in San Francisco (that's okay, I was bored anyway)
|
| I left my love in a field (that's okay, I was born in L.A.) |