spending my days far from home
it’s a life I really ought to know
away from the ones I love most
and I know the way I left
was cruel I confess
saying goodbye was never easiest
paying dues when I leave
to a blind man who taught me how to see
carelessly dressed like me
a face lost in the crowd
eyes fixed where I’m bound
running these boot heels clean into the ground
I’m a sweet talking man in the cold
a beggar’s whiskey in the snow
leaving behind what I wrote
cause the road it treats me right
do it’s best to remind me you’re waiting
San Francisco by your side
get it right, get it right
I’ve no way of taking my time
patience all worn down
done looking around only for awhile
I know what I’ve done wrong
playing a familiar song
like a miner preaching on the run
cause the road it treats me right
do it’s best to remind me you’re waiting
San Francisco by your side