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
Its 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 youre always sitting in the barrio
There will come a day
And itll 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 its gone, gone

Time will come and shift its weight
The laugh lines, bruised knees, birthday cake
And when I die Ill see your face in a sundress on a Saturday

And I just called to say
I know youre always sitting in the barrio
I know that there will come a day
And itll be easier to fly away than it will be to stay, stay, stay, stay, stay, stay