Sausalito Calling

 

The cold, grey waters of the bay are restless in the early morning sun

A gentle breeze is blowing and the mist around the bridge will soon be gone

There's an island like an old ship that's forever trying to make it to the shore

If you listen hard they say that you can almost hear the clanging of the doors

 

The cable cars are jangling, tangling with the cars on California Street

A man slumped in a doorway holds his hand out to a thousand passing feet

I'm in taxi riding, sliding down the hill and headed for the pier

The driver says today might be good day to be up and out of here

 

Sausalito calling, Sausalito calling

Sausalito calling out to me

 

In the Eagle bar the TV in the corner has the latest Wall Street news

Stocks and shares are up and down, the only steady thing here is the blues

Drifting through the window from a young man and his National guitar

Searching for his fortune and the answers to the questions in his heart

 

Sausalito calling, Sausalito calling

Sausalito calling out to me

 

I'm gazing through the window at the trees like silent ghosts under the snow

The clock is ticking time away, I hear the whispered voices from below

It seems like they're telling me that it won't last forever and a day

It'll slide beneath the sea and leave me here with nothing left to say

 

Sausalito calling, Sausalito calling

Sausalito calling out to me

 

© Colin Henderson M.C.P.S

© 2018 Colin Henderson