Russian Hill

Last night in the middle of a dream

I started thinkin' 'bout Russian Hill

And Ferlinghetti with his Coney Island mind

And you and me with some time to fill

We ate in Chinatown, we rode the cable car

We did what tourists always do

But in the dream you were a movie star

And I was someone too

Was that the two of us in love

Why did it end so soon

I don't believe in fallin' out of love

I never met the man in the moon

If it's so hard to find the key

It's not the singer, it's the tune

Sun high in the California sky

We walked the beach around Monterey

True Confessions in a Sausalito bar

The windows shinin' across the bay

The age of innocence and searchin'

In the dark for what we'd never seen

And we could taste the sweetness

Of our lives in bitter mescaline

Was that the two of us in love

Why did it end so soon

I don't believe in fallin' out of love

I never met the man in the moon

If it's so hard to find the key

It's not the singer, it's the tune