The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gray The glory that was Rome is of another day I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan I'm going home to my city by the Bay I left my heart in San Francisco High on a hill, it calls to me To be

I question all the voices in my head Are they mine or have I been misled? Total understanding doesn't seem to mean a thing When you can't see behind the silver screen, a figurine Can't you hear me scream? It seems I should have walked away Reverse the

She only gets that way with me When I am all she needs She ain't shy She's outspoken boy She always speaks her mind Except those quiet little moments And I hold her tenderly She don't cry Some how she seems to keep it all inside

Whoa nobody loves me, nobody seems to care Everyday, everyday I have the blues When you see me worryin' baby, yeah it's you I hate to lose Ooh everyday, everyday I have the blues Well worries and trouble darling, Babe you know I've had my share Everyday,

Your candle burned out long before Your legend ever did Goodbye Norma Jean And it seems to me you lived your life Like a candle in the wind Never knowing who to cling to When the rain set in And I would have liked to have known you But I was just a kid

We got more than enough But there's one thing there's just not enough of Enough sun to make the whole world bright Here, here in this world Where do we go Where can we turn When we need some love It seems that love just can't be found Where, where do we

For me it ain't real It's fools gold There too many fools sold Not an excuse oh She sits home and dreams That her man will leave his mark on her hand He's not all he seems But she's seen a dress, she has the flowers planned

Ooo ooo ooo Hi there, how are 'ya? It's been a long time Seems like we've come a long way My, but we learn so slow And heroes, they come and they go And leave us behind as if We're supposed to know why Why do we give up our hearts to the past?

Oh I've got a woman now As she mistakes my name I see the light come around And strange as it seems I'm bursting at the seams Her wallet photos don't turn me on I feel her hand come around And her stone-wash denim jeans are darker than they seemed She

Full of things to look back on Don't forget the little moments They're the ones that mean the most When the way home seems so far away Take 'em out and hold them close And take a picture with your father 'Cause one day he'll be gone And don't forget to