Lyrics: Grahame Lesh
Music: Grahame Lesh
Played by Grahame Lesh with Phil Lesh & Friends in 2012.
I love it most when it's cold
The kind of chill that cuts me right to the bone
I'm the one in a t-shirt in the rain
Move fast, blood flows, and I'' be OK
So why the hell am I here today
Sweating like a waterfall in this subway
Two more stops to where I step onstage
A rush that keeps me on this runaway train
It ain't bad, but it ain't San Francisco in the rain
A guitar mourning through the crashing ocean waves
We ain't there but it's just, just a simple kind of thing
It ain't bad, but it ain't San Francisco in the rain
I ain't seen your face in twenty-nine days
Seems like the journey home is through a maze
Next town I promise is my very last goodbye
But an empty stage can feel so right
It ain't bad, but it ain't San Francisco in the rain
A guitar mourning through the crashing ocean waves
We ain't there but it's just, just a simple kind of thing
It ain't bad, but it ain't San Francisco in the rain
It ain't bad, but it ain't San Francisco
It ain't bad, but it ain't San Francisco
It ain't bad, but it ain't San Francisco
It ain't bad, but it ain't San Francisco
It ain't bad, but it ain't San Francisco
It ain't bad, but it ain't San Francisco
Recordings | |||||
Date | Album | Recorded By | |||
2016 | Live at Terrapin Crossroads | Midnight North |