Easy Come

Just north of San Francisco where the red trees grow

And the fog rolls in, the cold wind blows

Well I was going for a drive

Following the curved lines of the coastal highway

The fog got so thick, I couldn't see the sun

So I pulled over to the side

I wandered into a bar and I sat on a stool

There were 3 fishermen playing a game of pool

And an old man sitting next to me

Well he appeared to be a man of about 60 years