In the San Francisco Bay
Going for a run
Picking out my shoes
The laces tied for fun
Too tightly all the way down
I remember you
Standing in these shoes
In the living room
Like a toddler circus clown
From across the room
From across the country
There's a special gift
You bring to me
You're slowing me down
Down
Down
You're slowing me down
You're slowing me down
Down
Down
You're slowing me down
As I got back to my friend's
House after my jog
She was frying omelets in the San Francisco fog
Her toddler sat by the stove
He was grabbing for the salt
And the pepper too
With the spatula he grinned
Atop his treasure trove
From across the country
From across the countertop
I thought of you when she said
Please stop
You're slowing me down
Down
Down
You're slowing me down
You're slowing me down
Down
Down
You're slowing me down
I'm documenting these moments
In hopes that they will last
'Cause I'll return the favor
When you're a teenager
When you're 'bout to run out of the house
I'll say
Hey not so fast
If it feels like I'm the worst
We can recall
Who slowed me down first
You're slowing me down
Down
Down
You're slowing me down
You're slowing me down
Down
Down
You're slowing me down