The Girl In Gray

San Francisco was the color gray
Laughter down the long hallway
Melted wax on wooden floors
No one knocked upon my door

Not mine
Not mine
The girl in gray
Not mine
Not mine
The girl in gray

I never was a city girl
Cigarettes and mother's pearls
The veil of night
The stranger's gaze
On the pretty face of Jamie or Kate

Not mine
Not mine
The girl in gray
Not mine
Not mine
The girl in gray

Paper walls and someone else
Going at it while I stared at
Silhouettes of passing cars
Haunted by some toothless dream

San Francisco was the color gray
I left alone without a name
I left behind
The girl in gray
I left behind
The girl in gray

The girl in gray