From the recording Tourist
Lyrics
fruit cart lady
honks a tired horn
gambling on kindness
no one paid attention
sun sinks on the city
from Dolores Park
everyone is on the mend
or on the hustle
hopped a cable car
and we were laughing
the salty fog
he made a pale ceiling
out on a lark
we started chasing
the wild ghost
of your emancipation
from the Pacifica streets, we thought of nothing at all
so long to strawberry trees, oh man we got us a haul
so many hundreds of miles
so many hundreds of miles
saw in Chinatown
a paper dragon
you smiled and said
I look like such a tourist
felt a beating heart
and thought of drowning
i got all emo
staring out into the ocean
from the Pacifica streets, we thought of nothing at all
so long to strawberry trees, oh man we got us a haul
so many hundreds of miles
so many hundreds of miles