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When the lights go down in the city
And the sun shines on the bay
Ooh I want to be there in my city
Oh-ooh-oh
Oh-ooh-oh, oh-ooh-oh
So you think you′re lonely
Well my friend, I’m lonely too
I wanna get back to my city by the bay
Whoa-oh, oh-ooh-oh
Lyric excerpts from Musixmatch.
I first experienced the city of San Francisco when I was a young child. My immediate family and close friends flew into the city for a day or so. It must’ve been around 1976, since my dad was still alive. I only wore a thin, light blue jacket, made by my mom. She had meticulously made Chinese knot buttons for that jacket, which certainly made me look like a young Chinese boy. I remember how much time it took her to assemble each button, and it fascinated me.
I was very cold while we traversed the streets of San Francisco; it was the coldest I had been in my young life. The skies gleamed a bright blue without any clouds; the sun shone brightly on that day. I looked up from the sidewalk and gazed upon the buildings that extended up as far as my mind could imagine. The slope of the streets seared into my short, aching legs. Though I don’t remember seeing any specific sights, I distinctly remember the city.