Lyrics Gregory Alan Isakov – San Francisco
Text:
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 along, with your shepard songs,
Everytime you opened up to sing…
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 along, with your shepard songs,
Everytime 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 sansom st.
And how you made the weather come.
Album
Gregory Alan Isakov – Gregory Alan Isakov - That Sea, The Gambler
Gregory Alan Isakov – The Moon Was Red And Dangerous
Gregory Alan Isakov – Unwritable Girl
Gregory Alan Isakov – Raising Cain
Gregory Alan Isakov – That Sea, The Gambler
Gregory Alan Isakov – 3 A.M.
Gregory Alan Isakov – John Brown’s Body
Gregory Alan Isakov – San Francisco
Gregory Alan Isakov – The Stable Song
Gregory Alan Isakov – All There Is…