All of San Francisco’s fog is in my head
But all I want is company in bed
And I can hardly think clearly anymore
What with no one ever knocking on my door
Things often seem to disappear
Including me, might you hear
Things are done and then long gone:
In this evanescent game I’m just a pawn
Good morning, I love you. Have a good day.
Good afternoon, hope you’re having a good day. I love you.
Goodnight, I love you. Sleep Well.