San Francisco - Denison Witmer

Maybe I should book a flight to San Francisco

Rent a car and drive up through the redwood trees

Where they stand in silence high above my sorrow

There’s a message there for you and one for me

I see the child in myself as I get older

Still feeling every age that I have ever been

And I have joy when the light breaks through the shoulders

Of the Pacific giants swaying in the wind

I have a lifetime swaying in my mind again

I think I’m grieving the death of part of me

I think I’m leaving, won’t you come with me

I think I’m grieving the death of part of me

I think I’m leaving, won’t you come with me

It’s everything I’ve got

It’s not everything I need

It’s ok

I made my bed here, baby

This is where I stay

It’s everything I know

It’s not all that I believe

It’s ok

I made my bed here, baby

This is where I lay