I used to walk around on Potrero
when I saw a rainbow
Over the the bridge and the sun
It’s still raining in San Francisco.
I used to drive in my Mazda
to the fair of Alameda
Two drinks and a movie later
My mind is still on Marina.
I was quarantined in Berkeley
even dogs are away, six feet
The sun is cold,
The moon is full,
The stars are bright,
on the hill of Albany.
I don’t talk to anyone on Geary
I feel very sorry
No one is talking in Ashby
I feel very lonely.
My love is blind
Love should never have a happy end
Cruicified and sacrificed
in the streets of Oakland.
All days are gonna end
Good or bad
And that’s the tale of Woodland.