San Francisco

First time I saw it half asleep and broken hearted They strapped half stacks to roof racks and drove to the parties Nothing like home with the cold summer nights They played songs for the girls and they drank till daylight Sunk my heart at the bottom of the bay Gonna wash up on the black rocks one day Like unlucky sailors just swept out to sea I think all the girls I've loved walked through your streets But the waves and the fog always took 'em from me The Oakland apartments with the bars underneath 'em The girlfriends and sweethearts and the bay in between 'em I buried my heart at the bottom of the hill If the girlfriends don't get you the sweethearts sure will Only nineteen, so easy to forget Do you wake up every morning and thank god for those legs North to Santa Rosa and south to Santa Cruz The Humboldt House, The Boardwalk, and the homemade tattoos