I love it most when it’s cold.
The kind of chill that cuts me right to the bone.
I’m the one in a t-shirt in the rain.
Move fast, blood flows, and I’ll be ok.
So why the hell am I here today.
Sweating like a waterfall in this subway.
2 more stops to where I step onstage.
A rush that keeps me on this runaway train.
It ain’t bad but it ain’t San Francisco in the rain
A guitar’s moaning through the crashing ocean waves
We ain’t there but it’s just...just a simple kind of thing
It ain’t bad but it ain’t San Francisco in the rain.
Ain’t seen your face in 29 days
Seems like the journey home is through a maze.
Next town I promise is my very last goodbye
But an empty stage can feel so right.