Ohh. San Francisco.

San Francisco, as we all know.
Happy or sad, neither to show.

When I get ready for Fall
I already hear them all.

Screaming, fighting & wishing,
All she was doing is missing.

Now I Can't ask her to come,
Wish I stayed, from where I come.

Four months of summer,
A sweet tale of a hummer.

I wish I had her here,
If not now, but sometime in near.