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