Denison Witmer San Francisco
Maybe I should book a flight to San Francisco
Rent a car and drive up through the redwood trees
Where they stand in silence high above my sorrow
There's a message there for you and one for me
I see the child in myself as I get older
Still feeling every age that I have ever been
And I have joy when the light breaks through the shoulders
Of the Pacific giants swaying in the wind
I have a lifetime swaying in my mind again
I think I'm grieving the death of part of me
I think I'm leaving, won't you come with me
I think I'm grieving the death of part of me
I think I'm leaving, won't you come with me
It's everything I've got
It's not everything I need
It's ok
I made my bed here, baby
This is where I stay
It's everything I know
It's not all that I believe
It's ok
I made my bed here, baby
This is where I lay