5 Aug 2012

06 - "San Francisco"

I've got a letter in my pocket
I've got an envelope addressed with your name
If I could only find some place where I could drop it
Well, the mailman will take my letter away

See, I’ve never been to San Francisco
But my writings have been from time to time
And with 39 cents and some soul searching
I could send my thoughts across the sky

BREAKDOWN
Oh, what a dandy system
And just like my sisters
Always growing, but never slowing
Down to Mississippi, up through Santa Fe
There’s brilliance being written, and bills being paid
Across from New York City to the San Diego Bay
Rain or snow or sleet or hail don’t stop delivery
Deliver me my mail over mountains, into townships
Through the valley deep with green
Onto main roads full of potholes
Onto sidewalks, and to your door
It’s the mailman with my letter
And a smile that’s come so far
It's a system, it makes me happy
Now I’ll wait for your reply
It's a system, it makes me happy
Now I’ll wait for your reply

See, I’ve never been to San Francisco
But maybe I will get there some day
And while I ponder golden gates and bridges
The mailman will take my thoughts away