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