oakland
i need your tattooed arms around me
i need your flannel to keep me warm
we can sway to bonnie ‘prince’ billy
or get our toes wet at the shore
my eyes will cry like oakland’s sky whenever i miss you
but for now i’ll hold your hand tight
and climb up to the mountain view
…
it’s time for me to move along
the fog is making my heart cold
i’m sorry this place ain’t my home
cause i was only here on loan
there’s a Shiner in my hand but there’s no western band for a hundred country miles
but before i go on i’ll sing you pretty songs
for a hundred california smiles
…
although the weather’s awful nice and you’d like to entice me with your gourmet and your wine
i’ve always liked the heat and granite under my feet
a margarita with salt and lime
…
you’ll find me down south if you want to
