Not My San Francisco (from “The San Francisco Calamity”) Lyrics

There's a dust in the air

Is it smoke? Is it smog?

Something dirtied up the fog

What has happened?

There's a hush all around,

Above the tremors in the ground

If you listen,

The city's lost its glisten

This is not my San Francisco

This is not what I've come to love

A scar cut through the city

That was once serene and pretty, like a dove

No, this is not the great San Francisco

This is not my city of gold

The symmetry and structure torn asunder from a rupture

Well, this is not my home, not my San Francisco

As I walk down this road,

Not the same market street

I don't recognize this street

What has happened?

Buildings ripped at the seams,

Broken beams and broken dreams

All so feeble

Oh, my God, the people

This is not my San Francisco

This is not my city of gold

A suffocating silence

From a mighty act of violence to behold

No, this is not the great San Francisco

This is not our city of gold

What once stood proud and regal

Now is brought to light as feeble

Well, this is not my home, not my San Francisco

Gold doesn't rust

Gold doesn't tarnish

Golden cities sparkle when they're given loving varnish

So what is this I'm seeing underneath the cracked veneer

The gold isn't pure gold, I fear

This is not my San Francisco

This is not my city of gold

A fire's caught and spreading

Toward a future I am dreading, truth be told

No, this is not the great San Francisco

But there's still some hope in the air

I must protect survivors from the damage and the fires

To save what's left of home

To salvage San Francisco

To save what's left of home

To salvage San Francisco