Sand from San Francisco

Well, I wasn’t there too long
Long enough to be gone
Long enough for me to know it was time to roll on
The dharma told me so
Last time, I walked by your street
Past the laborers and merchant marines
Flophouse ghosts gone up in smoke
Just like you and me
Now I got sand from San Francisco in my van
Lord, I’d love to get back there someday, if I can
But right now, I’m headed east
Don’t know if I ever believe that I will get back there again
Now my memories grow like weeds
Into dreams that can never be
All I got is this empty seat
Reminding me
That I got sand from San Francisco in my van
Lord, I’d love to get back there someday, if I can
But right now, I’m headed east
Don’t know if I ever believe that I will get back there again
Long as I keep rolling
Long as the tires are holding
Long as the tires are rolling
Long as I’m beholden
The only thing I know is I got to drive
As I watch the telephone poles tick by
Past it all, the seas of salt
Past the mountains where it suddenly gets cold
And then down again, whipped by the wind
Into the plains of gold
Now I got sand from San Francisco in my van
And I’d love to get back there someday, if I can
But right now, I’m headed east
Don’t know if I ever believe that I will get back there again
I got sand from San Francisco in my van
Lord, I’d love to get back there someday, if I can
But right now, I’m headed east
Don’t know if I ever believe that I will get back there again