display | more...
  I left my home in Georgia, heading for the Frisco bay.
  I had nothing to live for, looks like nothing's gonna come my way.
  I'm sitting on a dock of the bay, watching the tide roll away.
  Sitting on a dock of the bay, wasting time.

Last year I was a European tourist in San Francisco, standing on the pier, when this song came to my mind. I'd never thought I'd ever find myself in a place described by one of my favourite songs.

When the evening fell I walked back into town and met two gentlemen in an attic who were clearly wasting time. One of them told me he had come from Texas, on foot, to visit a friend of his, only to find upon arrival that his friend had left, leaving him with no place to go.

San Francisco is an interesting place.

Log in or register to write something here or to contact authors.