Old ghosts stand guard
At deserted Playland
At ocean beach
The fat lady sings no more
From her home at the fun house
Gone torn down
Like my high school
The sand dunes filled with debris

A long ship in the distance
The waves dashing along the shore
Brings back old memories
Of old San Francisco drowning
In quicksand fog banks
My eyes a piece of dead driftwood
Floating aimlessly out to sea