Coffee and a smoke
Baby yeah I'm broke
She thinks that I'm a bum
San Francisco here I come
The wind is in my hair
You don't miss me
I don't care
My heart is beating like a drum
San Francisco here I come
And if ever I arrive
You can find me
Underneath a bridge
Playin' Mozart
On a roasted pigeon
With my teeth
My teeth are tightly clenched
Lyin' on a wooden bench
Another sleepless night in
The bus terminal again
I had a dream
I was all dressed up like a diamond ring
Me and my girl
Without a care in the world
But when I opened my eyes
I saw a ragged
Dirty mop
Dancing with a retired
Transit cop
With my pen and paper in my pack
And the clothes on my back
A pair of golden boots on my feet
I step into the street
With golden boots
On my feet
The birds are flying kites
Above a sea of molten Christmas lights
I open my flask
And take a shot of rum
San Francisco here I come
And if I
Never make it back to you
It doesn't mean
Our love wasn't true
If anything
It grew
©2009 Nathan Payne
San Francisco Here I Come was written by Nathan Payne.
San Francisco Here I Come was produced by Nathan Payne.
Nathan Payne released San Francisco Here I Come on Sat Mar 28 2009.