Good Old Times
Nothing beats pizza
And fresh air
At dusk
Staring at the sunset
As it kisses San Francisco good night
Staring at the moon
As it hugs the bay good morning
Staring down the windy road
As cars drive up and tourist walk down Twin Peaks Boulevard
Sitting with your dad on the hood of the car
Listening to Giants game on the radio
Holding on to your childish charm
As long as you can
At the top of Twin Peaks