Golden Gate

We got married under the Golden Gate
Then we got drunk in the Upper Haight
It was a sunny day, all our friends got laid
And when we got a little older, we moved away
Oh

Took I-80 into New York City
It's a long damn way, but it sure is pretty
We ran out of gas near Colfax
And delivered our first child nine months after that
Oh

And I just called to say
I know you're always sittin' in the barrio, waitin'
There will come a day
And it'll be easier to fly away than it will be to stay

Lived in a New York studio
'Til we left the city for a modest home
A Springsteen song, a whole life long
A breeze that lifts your head once before it's gone
Gone

Time will come and shift its weight
The laugh lines, bruised knees, birthday cake
And when I die, I'll see your face in a sundress on a Saturday
Or far away

And I just called to say
I know you're always sittin' in the barrio, waitin'
I know that there will come a day
And it'll be easier to fly away than it will be to stay

Stay
Stay
Stay
Stay
Stay
Stay



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Lyle, Tim Mcewan
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