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 ‘long 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 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 sansome street
and how you made the weather come