Streetlife in San Francisco

Out here on the street, fretting about on my feet,

The night ain't too cold, and the city still awake;

Like a stranger, on the sidewalks of O'Ferrel street, 

Waiting for Starbucks to open, here I stand;

A guy comes up to me, looking for something to eat,

Offers me a diamond ring, which sure is a fake;

Asked me if I smoked weed, which I don't need,

I gave him spare change, of which all I had;

A dozen different guys, young, old, poor and in need,

Some of them for a fix, asking for something to take;

I better write a song, about this California street,

And sing it in the Union Square, after daybreak.

Cheers!

Hammett