Golden Gate

We got married under the Golden Gate

Then we got drunk in the Upper Haight

It was a sunny day

All our friends got laid

And when we got a little older we moved away

Took I-80 to New York City

It's a long damn way but it sure is pretty

We ran out of gas

Near Colfax

And delivered our first child 9 months after that

And I just called to say

I know you're always sitting in the barrio

There will come a day

And it'll be easier to fly away than it will be to stay

Lived in a New York studio

'Til we left the city for a modest home

A Springsteen song

A whole life long

A breeze that lifts your head once before it's gone, gone

Time will come and shift its weight

The laugh lines, bruised knees, birthday cake

And when I die I'll see your face in a sundress on a Saturday

And I just called to say

I know you're always sitting in the barrio

I know that there will come a day

And it'll be easier to fly away than it will be to stay, stay, stay, stay, stay, stay