The clouds hung heavy over the orange glow of the city
cold and misty like driving thru the tunnels of my memory

Ka Klunk, Ka Klunk, Ka Klunk

I blink my eyes, awakened to a years time
I swear I could feel the Bay beneath me,
the call of coit tower drawing me up the hill
to the neon and narrow streets of Broadway
Perhaps its the whisper of Dean

this dream

My love waits for me there
Leaving my heart
on the streets
of San Francisco