Everyone that should has got their dark glasses on    But it's not as warm as I expected    I've paraded your photo through San Mateo   Dreamin' '86 was resurrected      CHORUS       And some thought they'd seen you, sister Shirley    I swear I saw you meeting them   With better clothes and a different smile    Where on Earth should I begin      Northern California's got that brochure appeal    But where's the wine that you poeticized    Nineteen and pregnant and hatin' the means    You responded to your thought dream cries      CHORUS      Sun affirms the Bayshore Freeway, the moon burns bright in Burlingame   Two weeks straight our Daily Bread's conclusions turn the same    Face me if and when I face you, black and white, how we embrace you       We love you and we hate you      CHORUS      What's your name now, sister Shirley   Did you run to better ground