Lose Yourself

There are days when you need fresh air to heal.
Overcast skies, breeze blowing through your hair.
You feel the clouds start to cry, close your eyes
Let the moment soak into your skin.

It feels like San Francisco
Where you can be a friend or just a face in the crowd.
In a city you don’t know
You can be anything.
It feels like San Francisco
Where the pain is all too real.
But even if you could,
You don’t want to leave.

Words buzzing around like flies caught in the screen door.
How did they end up there, where will they go?
Swing the door open, offer the freedom they need.

It feels like San Francisco
Where you can be a friend or just a face in the crowd.
In a city you don’t know
You can be anything.
It feels like San Francisco
Where the pain is all too real.
But even if you could,
You don’t want to leave.

Come here, go there, travel anywhere
No matter how hard you try, Honey
You can’t escape
You can’t escape yourself.

It feels like San Francisco
Where you can be a friend or just a face in the crowd.
In a city you don’t know
You can be anything.
It feels like San Francisco
Where the pain is all too real.
But even if you could,
You don’t want to leave.

The End

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