San Francisco's fading out In that red halo summer storm Down the highway where the sky hits the rocks That's where she wishes she was born I got her through the worst of it When she feels alive I feel alone She's waiting for a black cloud nightmare I'm counting on the calm before the storm I'm pulling the strings The southern sky down on you From grey on grey To baby blue I'm pulling the strings and the sky down on you Oh baby blue I drew a map from a memory To get me out of this It's all too heavenly And that sounds like a death wish Celluloid and silver screen From the golden age to the decline So I drew a map from a memory Yeah that's what I did in the meantime