Don't you in your heart of hearts prefer
When the muse, the bard, the feelings of the poet
Settle on your lungs
Like a trampoline
That was never young
Life will leave, life will leave, life will leave
Take two!
Like a leaf in autumn
Sheded from a bow
Falls across an aching nurse
That slithers down a cow
I dream of little Mondays
I cry upon the weed
I look to every sinking bard
And ask for what I need
And yet the poet tells me
The silence of the star
Will bubble like a hellish fiend
From every jaguar

I left my heart
In San Francisco
I left my heart
Back there
And if you should find it
Won't you send it back to me
'Cause I just can't live without it anymore