Gregory Alan Isakov - San Francisco lyrics

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
I hitched along, but I turned wrong
How you moved me along
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 Sansom St
And how you made the weather come