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Had dim sum this morning at Lai Hong Lounge After I kissed her goodbye and she went off to work They sat me down with a group of old ladies and I smiled at them And they smiled back at me Picked up my chopsticks, they giggled They were impressed with my chopstick skills They were polite, and they reached out and poured my tea And in return, I poured their tea I got up to leave, they said, "You're nice, you're funny" I said, "Well thank you, you're all very sweet and charming" While I left I told the waitress, "You see that table over there? It's on me" It's on me And I walked up Pacific from Chinatown I've sung about this walk so many times, but yeah I'm still around I looked down at Sally's and I'm still spellbound This is my town, this is my town This is a young person's town, this is a homeless person's town This is a tourist-friendly town, this was a gold miners' town This was gentleman Jim Corbett's town, this is the Grateful Dead's town And this is also my town This is my town, this is my town Now I'm walking along the edge of Golden Gate Park The cold ocean wind pinches my face and it's getting dark I walk into the Cliff House, the hostess says, "Do you have a reservation, sir?" Letras de cancionesI said, "Yes I do, my name is Mark" I leave the Cliff House and it's a darker shade of dark I walk past [?] the other buses charging up and whizz in awe I hear a foghorn and smell the cypresses' wet bark Go to the front desk, the lady said, "Can I get your name?" I said, "Sure, my name is Mark" My name is Mark I picked up a guitar and I plugged it in A 1960 Jazzmaster Sunburst here at the Seal Rock Inn But it doesn't matter what guitar I play, or if the neck is thick or thin It doesn't matter if the amp is a Fender Champ or a Fender Twin I pick up whatever guitar may happen to be lying around And I can pick up a garage sale guitar that my father found It doesn't matter if the strings are round, wound, or they're flat-wound This is my sound, this is my sound And here from my room, 209 Out my window I see the top of the treeline I look at my bed and I see the light flashing on my cell, I pick it up "I'm sorry to hear that your uncle died, I remember him well And he played the flamenco guitar very very well As I recall, we passed it back and forth one day before he fell ill As I recall, your aunt looked after him with so much love and care Before she passed away not long before him, she was always there I know that you're down today, I know that you are feeling blue But know that their love was long and true Their love was true, and I'm here for you" Went to the Mission District this afternoon Ate an enchilada plate at Taqueria Cancun I thought, what will I do this week Some spoken word or croon? I never really know until I arrive and hear the tune I finished John Steinbeck's The Moon is Down Nazis came and pushed the Norwegians around But in the end they said, "You can shoot our mayor down, down This will always be our country, this will always be our town" "Molly Morden was a very pretty girl She was our blood and she lured and killed your soldier" "You can kill our doctor, you can occupy our town But you cannot kill our spirit, this will always be our town This is and was and will always be our town" Now I'm in my neighborhood walking down Hyde Street again I order my iced tea like I always do, black and unsweetened I looked at the solar eclipse a few hours too late Yeah that's right, I decided to sleep in today There's too much talk about what damage the sun Could potentially do to your eyesight And my eyes are already getting blurry, and I need my eyes So I can see into your beautiful eyes So I can see the gorgeous northern California skies And so I can read books like William Faulkner's The Sound and the Fury And to watch TV shows like Eastbound and Down And see the next fight with Tyson Fury So I can make my way around Chinatown and Japantown So I can order from the menu when I'm eating dinner downtown During my break from the studio, where I wrote these words This is my town From Letras Mania