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San Francisco Song

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​​Pastel, ocean pale ...
City by the sea ...
Diamond, shimmer
In the sun, I can see ...
A story told ... vision of old ...
Alone in the night ...,
With a turning tide,
My life broke on your shore ....

​Wake up in the morning,
Fog-bank rolling in ...
I don't know
Where I'm goin',
Can't tell you
Where I've been.

​... Dreams,

All those schemes have passed
Leaving me alone at last ... stranded,
Empty-handed, sinking fast
Into some seasoned depths
Where only darkness reigns ...,
​
What hope remains?
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​I walk alone.

Past streets of aging cobblestone
Now broken, where no love has grown
I wander lost, forgotten, through fields
Where only barren seeds were sown ....
I knock on every door in town.
Friends have gone.  I let them down.
Gasping, madly grasping for a chance
To turn this life around, I stumble,
Grope and fumble through nights
Whose passions pass without a sound.
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​​Running wild with no direction,
Sensing some immense dimension,
Shadow blind, time out of mind ...
​
Who can find a way to overcome?
​​Impressions of an era when
To know was to be known
Echo clear, then disappear
Within the silence where
Some timeless wind has blown.
​Visions of some other rise
Like smoke up in the air ...
Phantom souls unfolding
From coals that lie,
Still smoldering in the ashes
Of life's whole costly mad affair.