Everyone that should has got their dark glasses on
But its not as warm as I expected
Ive paraded your photo through San Mateo
Dreamin 86 was resurrected
And some thought theyd seen you, sister Shirley
I swear I saw you meeting them
With better clothes and a different smile
Where on Earth should I begin
Northern Californias got that brochure appeal
But wheres the wine that you poeticized
Nineteen and pregnant and hatin the means
You responded to your thought dream cries
Sun affirms the Bayshore Freeway, the moon burns bright in Burlingame
Two weeks straight our Daily Breads conclusions turn the same
Face me if and when I face you, black and white, how we embrace you
We love you and we hate you
Whats your name now, sister Shirley
Did you run to better ground