Oh Sweet Jesus,
I did it again, I feel in love.
But not like the love of Florida
And not like the love of Chicago
And not like the love of New York
And not even like the loves of LA.
This love, the San Francisco winds blew in,
every morn, wake me up, I could not complain
It was the sweetest wind I had ever sailed in
And Oh, sweet Jesus, the breeze was your breath
that whispered "good morning" in my ear
When last I remember seeing were the stars,
Suddenly, like the return of your love, was the sun.
I could not explain the love of this land
that took me from ceilings and cities
And instead left me bare and warm
and free of worries that melted in the light
like ice cubes soaring toward the sun.
And this free and easy river carrying me
was this even part of the world I knew at all?
Wishing to stay and rest, forever in this holiness
I sailed under freeways and past wooden docks
and watched as strange ships went by...
all so alien to me, for I was on heaven's river now.
I was in such magnificent seclusion
That I could scarcely remember
the names and faces I had left behind.
Hiding, where I could love silently,
only listening to his voice coo my name
and yours echoing in my soul.
And stay in my majestic solitude
until the San Francisco breezes
took my cleansed body back up to shore
leaving my heart to fly on your golden wings
leaving my soul to float in your emerald streams...
