Sand from San Francisco

I wasn't there too long
Long enough to be gone
Long enough for me know it was to time to roll on
The dharma told me so

On the last day I walked by your street
Past the laborers and merchant marines
flophouse ghosts gone up in smoke just like you and me

Now I got sand from San Francisco in my van
Lord I love to get back there someday if I can
But right now I'm heading east  
Don't know if I ever believe that I will get back there again

Now my memories grow like weeds
Into dreams that can never be
All I got is this empty seat, reminding me

That I got sand from San Francisco in my van
Lord I love to get back there someday if I can
But right now I'm heading
Don't know if Ii ever believe that I will get back there again

Long as I keep rolling, long as the tires are holding
Long as the tires are rolling, long as I'm beholden
The only thing I know is I got to drive
As I watch the telephone poles tick by
Past it all the seas of salt
Past the mountains where it suddenly gets cold
And then down again, whipped by the wind onto the plains of gold

Now I got sand from San Francisco in my van
Lord I love to get back there someday if I can
But right now I'm heading east
Don't know if I ever believe that I will get back there again