Phoenix
Said goodbye, San Francisco
Got to go, Arizona
Said why'd you leave me, Denver
I don't even have a chance
Guess Ohio's got my number
Rhode Island's got my name
Snap, the wood makes you dance
The music's in its chamber
The door is locked and sealed
The weight is on your shoulders
The past is at your heel
Guess the plight is in your fancy
When you rip out though the door
The rest is how you feel
We're not gonna take it out to the farm, lest you leave
The rest is how you make it
Gentle as the sun come up in the mornin'
As the moon goes out this evenin'
Open the shade
The night time's gone away
You'll have my love if you say
I dreamed a fellow took your arm
Led you to his [unknown]
I woke up shattered in the night
Frozen feelings up on their way
A shaking hand in me today
I left the San Francisco Bay
I dreamed a dream that wasn't right
Writer/s: DAN FOGELBERG
