i've got san francisco grass in the cuffs of my jeans
and on my way home i'll be passing thru queens
mom do you wish you were coming to see me?
ellery, ellery
and if it's right i'll have left no one
no other words hiding under my tongue
only the finest of sidewalks and warm sun
ellery, ellery
and i wouldn't be a liar if i said
the things that i remember are only in my head
and i shouldn't be a bother to a friend
but i'll be comin back some day i know
i left behind a picture i took
between the pages of a library book
a fading mem'ry of the places i'd sinned
and without that maybe i'm comin round the bend
credits
from Three Carols,
track released September 27, 2011
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