My Brother Lived In San Francisco

My brother lived in San Francisco
He said he finally found his place
And when I go to San Francisco
Everywhere I look I see his face

Bud and I faced childhood
Under stark Montana skies
And bud he seemed to always
Have cities in his eyes
He longed for possibilities
He lived to move away
And he finally his dream
In the city by the bay

Joe and I were best of friends
In our small time college town
And joe had personality
What a campus clown
His jokes hit deeper rivers
That bubbled far below
And he rode the current west
Where the rapid waters flow

Lots of us have brothers there
Who would love to show the sights
And share the balmy freedom
Of San Francisco nights

They liked it so much more
Than anywhere they'd been
And we thought they would be there
When we made it back again

My brother lived in San Francisco
He said he finally found his place
And when I go to San Francisco
Everywhere I look I see his face