San Francisco Fog
He was so alone walking in the rain
He heard the lonesome whistle of a passing train
Kicked a tin can for a full city block
Went down to the harbor and sat on the dock
When the San Francisco fog rolls in
And you can't remember where you've been
You've got nothing
And so you play your guitar all through the night
Until you see Alcatraz in the morning light
And you wonder
He looked out at the ocean through the night
Wished he had some money to go out and get tight
He laughed to himself, but knew he was lying
Kept on laughing to keep from crying
When the San Francisco fog rolls in
And you can't remember where you've been
You've got nothing
And so you play your guitar all through the night
Until you see Alcatraz in the morning light
And you wonder
He fell asleep in the back of his car
Later he'd play to the tourists who put money in his jar
He'd sing to them about leaving
He'd sing to them about staying
Lie to them with a smile
Day out and day in
When the San Francisco fog rolls in
And you can't remember where you've been
You've got nothing
And so you play your guitar all through the night
Until you see Alcatraz in the morning light
And you wonder
He was so alone walking in the rain
He heard the lonesome whistle of a passing train
Kicked a tin can for a full city block
Went down to the harbor and sat on the dock
When the San Francisco fog rolls in
And you can't remember where you've been
You've got nothing
And so you play your guitar all through the night
Until you see Alcatraz in the morning light
And you wonder
He looked out at the ocean through the night
Wished he had some money to go out and get tight
He laughed to himself, but knew he was lying
Kept on laughing to keep from crying
When the San Francisco fog rolls in
And you can't remember where you've been
You've got nothing
And so you play your guitar all through the night
Until you see Alcatraz in the morning light
And you wonder
He fell asleep in the back of his car
Later he'd play to the tourists who put money in his jar
He'd sing to them about leaving
He'd sing to them about staying
Lie to them with a smile
Day out and day in
When the San Francisco fog rolls in
And you can't remember where you've been
You've got nothing
And so you play your guitar all through the night
Until you see Alcatraz in the morning light
And you wonder
Tim Brown © 1993