Everyone that should has got their dark glasses on

But it's not as warm as I expected

I've paraded your photo through San Mateo

Dreamin' '86 was resurrected



CHORUS



And some thought they'd seen you, sister Shirley

I swear I saw you meeting them

With better clothes and a different smile

Where on Earth should I begin



Northern California's got that brochure appeal

But where's the wine that you poeticized

Nineteen and pregnant and hatin' the means

You responded to your thought dream cries



CHORUS



Sun affirms the Bayshore Freeway, the moon burns bright in Burlingame

Two weeks straight our Daily Bread's conclusions turn the same

Face me if and when I face you, black and white, how we embrace you



We love you and we hate you



CHORUS



What's your name now, sister Shirley

Did you run to better ground