Blue Moon, San Francisco

Once up a time,
In Blue Moon, San Francisco,
I told my children I loved them,
And that I'd keep them warm;

In Blue Moon, San Francisco,
I deposited my saliva,
Here and there,
Not knowing everyone was watching;

In Blue Moon, San Francisco,
I dreamt I could not fly,
But that I could leap,
A thousand miles at a time;

In Blue Moon, San Francisco,
I did not have to find her,
She was already there,
Smoking under every streetlight;

In Blue Moon, San Francisco,
I did not know,
Wrong from right,
I stuck to tracks I might have laid;

In Blue Moon, San Francisco,
The air I breathed out,
Was very clean,
Cleaner than the air I took in;

My arms reach everywhere,
My eyes see everything,
The puzzles pieces fit,
In Blue Moon, San Francisco.