Danya River: Lyrics

I rode the Zephyr. I boarded in Denver
my savings tucked in a wad in my sneaker
Utah was flying past the window beside me
Sweeping away all the clutter that confines me going to...

San Francisco
Where online people
can't find parking and resort to circling seven days a week
past the houses
Painted Ladies
swaying gaily from the hills down onto Mission Street

Here at the station I've lost my tempo
You, my love, lead me to a palace in the Castro
I meet the master, a lord in leopard and lace
who gives us red wine and lets us crash at his place

in San Francisco where gracious people
Can't find parking but prefer their walking seven days a week
past the houses
Painted Ladies
swaying gaily from the hills down onto Mission Street

Remember the day that we hiked to the tower?
Grey winding streets through the afternoon shower
peeling off layers as the incline heated our veins
we were impossibly light
our feet in flames

In San Francisco where we are cradled
Urban infants finding our feet every day this week
past the houses
Planted Angels
swaying, praying from the hills down onto Mission Street