Grace Cathedral Hill

Grace Cathedral hill

All wrapped in bones of setting sun

All dust and stone and moribund

I paid twenty-five cents to light

A little white candle

For a New Year's Day

I sat and watched it burn away

Then turned and weaved

Through slow decay

We were both a little hungry

So we went to get hot dog

Down to Hyde Street Pier

The light was slight and disappeared

The air it stunk of fish and beer

We heard a Superman trumpet

Play the national anthem

And the world may be long for you

But'll never belong to you

But on a motorbike

When all the city lights

Blind your eyes tonight

Are you feeling better now?

Some way to greet the year:

Your eyes all bright and

Brim with tears

The pilgrims, pills, and tourists here

Will sink fifty-three bucks to buy

A brand new halo

Sweet on a green-eyed girl

All fiery Irish clip and curl

All brine and piss and vinegar

I paid twenty-five cents to light

A little white candle

And the world may be long for you

But'll never belong to you

But on a motorbike

When all the city lights

Blind your eyes tonight

Are you feeling better now?