choking on the thought of leaving. drinking to keep from
sobbing. 4 p.m., 4 dollar pints, SFO, the time and price. with
all my happiness aborted, the PA painfully starts boarding. i
sink deep, 30 thousand feet into my window seat electric chair.
and i was drinking you goodbye. a heart floats in the bay.
from sour home chicago. i hear it beating far away. and
there's no telling what i'll do if i don't return to you.
hopeful thoughts of soon returning, can't put out my stomach
burning. plastic wings and plastic smiles. unsalted peanuts
stretch my miles. choking on the thought of leaving. drinking
to keep from heaving.
I left my heart in San Francisco, high on a hill it calls to
me
To be where little cable cars climb halfway to the stars.
The morning fog may chill the air, I don't care.
My love waits there in San Francisco, above the blue and windy
sea,
When I come home to you, San Francisco, your golden sun will
shine for me.
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Post je objavljen 06.08.2006. u 18:34 sati.