I've come as far away as means and mind will take me
Trying to forget you
I've traveled
Toured
Turned a hundred times in the road
Hoping to see you rushing after me
Remembering how warm you are
And how defenseless in your sleep
Never fails to make me cry
I cannot bear the thought of you in someone else's arms
Yet imagining you alone is sad
In the day my mind still rides the bridge from Sausalito home
I do not think me and San Francisco will be friends again
We share too many troubles
Stanyan Street and other sorrows
(There are golden apples to be picked)
Pick the apples and save them one by one
(And green hills to climb)
(And meadows to run)
(When you're young)
Stay young as long as you can
(There are roaring rivers to be crossed)
Run the river until the rivers run
(And bridges to build)
(And wild oats to sew)
(As you grow)
Don't be in a hurry to grow
For later on the other side of time
The apples no longer taste sweet
Bridges fall down
Meadows turn brown
As live falls apart
In a little room on Stanyan Street
