Praise To The Lord Instrumental - Common Courier Lyrics

West bound far as he could make it on denial
Touched down lookin' for the darkest street on the bay
Hoping to start a revolution a revival
A few days in and he can already say
San Francisco, I been there before
I kicked down the door at those Golden Gates
San Francisco, I been there before
So near to the shore, but so far away
Here we go, San Francisco
Made do working at a hostel through September
One room blanket and a Bible all that he had
Some days never saw the sun on streets so tender
And some nights they felt like fights against going mad
San Francisco, I been there before
I kicked down the door at those Golden Gates
San Francisco, I been there before
So near to the shore, but so far away
Here we go, San Francisco
Here we go, San Francisco
San Francisco
Here we go, San Francisco
The sons of thunder in a dome off west end
God willing he found a town where he had a friend
But he thinks about the city every now and again
Wondering if he changed it like it changed him
Wondering whether he ever had it together inside
If he might recognize that in his own eyes that he own
He sees peeking out from those card board signs
The streets are all the same
And he says
The streets are all the same
Music city by the bay
San Francisco, I been there before
I kicked down the door at those Golden Gates
San Francisco, I been there before
So near to the shore, but so far away
Here we go, San Francisco
Here we go, San Francisco
San Francisco
San Francisco