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

When the smoke is going down I climb the stage again this night 'Cause the place seems still alive Just when you make your way back home I find some time to be alone I go to see the place once more Just like a thousand nights before This is the place

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

Found a way to rid myself clean of pain And the fever that's been haunting me Has gone away Looking through my window I seem to recognize All the people passing by But I am alone And far from home And nobody knows me

You're mean to me Why must you be mean to me? Gee, honey, it seems to me You love to see me cryin' I don't know why I stay home each night When you say you phone You don't and I'm left alone. Sing the blues and sighin'

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

When the smoke is going down I climb the stage again this night 'Cause the place seems still alive Just when you make your way back home I find some time to be alone I go to see the place once more Just like a thousand nights before This is the place

Good times, bad times You know I had my share When my woman left home With a brown eyed man Well, I still don't seem to care In the days of my youth I was told what it was to be a man Now I've reached the age I've tried to do all those things the best I

And the wait seems to be over All that I know Is that my life has become such a waste for you Follow your instinct It usually takes you home Don't let these words tear you down You see me hanging By the end of the rope

I got stones in my passway And my road seem dark as night And I have a bird to sing My enemies have betrayed me Have overtaken poor Bob at last I got three legs to truck home Boys, please don't block my road I have pains in my hearts They have taken my