Missing the green trees and mountains and ocean
Pretty girls with brown hair
Some said I'd change when I saw new horizons
But my world's stayed the same
I'll only talk when my heart she tells me
I'll only write when I'm down or loving
And I would talk with you all night
From San Francisco all the way to Timbuktu
To crazy rat races for money in a pool
To the driest of days without any rain
Oh I, was drowning in the Bay
Is it so selfish to want a life with choices
To be loved by my dreams
I'm making plans for the times that's commencing
Plans never empty, only dumb
Because I'm only twenty and I'm thinking plenty
What I've learned? How to cry, they're dying
They're all, trying to sing
From San Francisco all the way to Timbuktu
To crazy rat races for money in a pool
To the driest of days without any rain
Oh I, was drowning in the Bay
I met a man, sung a song he was blind
Tapped his foot, one, two, three
"The only world I know's the world I make up
The rest make-believe
There are three things that I need to be happy:
A purpose a wife, and I forgot the other
We'll say, the other's a dream"
From San Francisco all the way to Timbuktu
To crazy rat races for money in a pool
To the driest of days without any rain
Oh I, was drowning in the Bay