San Francisco

Met you by the Golden Gate the fog was rolling in

We walked along the waterfront and watched the day begin

Shared a loaf of sourdough from a stall out by the bay

Vacation was nearly over but we wished that we could stay

Years have passed since those days but the memories remain

The west coast in the fall is a place I'll go again

Oh San Francisco where our hearts would roam

In the city by the bay we found a place called home

Before the "Eras tour" before the world had changed

We were young and free in San Francisco anyway