san francisco

 

i'm flying out to san francisco; it's been a long time coming; everybody stood and saw me running; and when they ask me what i miss though; i'll say i miss the big time; sitting at home with a bottle of red wine 

ain't it sad how the world just falls apart; when you think you had it all you were really sitting in the dark; and you got the taste of remedy some thousand miles gone; thinking maybe this is where i belong 

i'm flying out to san francisco; it's been a long time coming 
everybody stood and saw me running; and when they ask me what i miss though; i'll say i miss the big time 

and now my family is seeing me as cold; i was hoping i could make anew by visiting the old; common household in the valley next to schooling for the young; seems the renovation's recently begun 

and now the kids have grown; the family is small; two have headed for the eastern blocks; another made the call; to try and keep the family alive at least the best he can; while the youngest two just haven't made their plan 

i'm flying out to san francisco; it's been a long time coming; and when they ask me what i miss though; i'll say i miss the big time