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