San Francisco's fading out
In that red halo summer storm
Down the highway where the sky hits the rocks
That's where she wishes she was born
I got her through the worst of it
Cause when she feels alive I feel alone
She's waiting for a black cloud nightmare
I'm counting on the calm before the storm
I'm pulling the strings
The southern sky down on you
From grey on grey
To baby blue
I'm pulling the strings and the southern sky down on you
Oh baby blue
So I drew a map from a memory
Ought to get me out of this
It's all so heavenly
And that sounds like a death wish
Celluloid and silver screen
From the golden age to the decline
So I drew a map from a memory
Yeah that's what I did in the meantime
I'm pulling the strings
The southern sky down on you
From grey on grey
To baby blue
I'm pulling the strings and the sky down on you
Oh baby blue
I'm pulling the strings
The southern sky down on you
From grey on grey
To baby blue
I'm pulling the strings and the sky down on you
Oh baby blue
Oh baby blue
Oh baby blue