Well, we're all tied down to something paper thin,
And I saw it through her eyes time and time again.

Quiet creeping through this night time holiday,
Changes are her reason for nothing much to say.

Tonight she told me, "I just want to be so far away."

Though San Francisco is so far, far from here,
She remembers the same day each and every year.

And May to June came quick but then slipped by me,
Now July is over with nothing more to see.

Tonight I told her, "August is a strange, strange place to be."