Folsom, Folsom street on the way to Polk and Castro. You don't find them finer. Freedom, freedom is in the air, yeah. Searching for what we all treasure: pleasure.
I've been mistaken. You've swindled once again. Now there's no question. I, I was wrong. . And now I stand alone. Just studded in your throne. Your true colors shone.
My heart, your hands, gentle my friend. Break me neatly, numb me sweetly. . Say you would, say you could. Say you'd come and stop the rain. Say you'd try and hold me tight.
Watching puddles gather rain. There's no better place to lay. She's as fine as dandelions blowin' in the wind. She's not thinkin' about anything. . She floats.