I came out from under her warm sheetsnInto the brisk late OctobernIf only for one last hopenI wanted my time with you to be overnnI'm staring up into the skynWhile all the raining is pouring downnI'm reaching out for your helpnBut evil beings hold me backwardsnnAll shapes and shadows move in and outnAnd hover round my bednVoices arrive and disappearnI want to talk to themnnDarkness disintegratesnI'm rising, I'm rising toward a lightnA light leading over hills and meadowsnnI've risen up from the deadnWith the burning leaves of autumnnIf only for one last chancenThat all of whom have been defeatednTo put on my father's wool coatnTo smell my mother's fragrances and perfumesnTo find my young brothers and sistersnTo never leave or let them gonnHouses adorned so beautifullynThe Marin headlands songnLost verses well up my eyes and earsnThe lone mandolin strumsnOn Tamalpais warm springnThe many places wenLay down in sleepy hidden shadowsnnI see you well and clearnDeep in the moonlight dearnYour radiant august eyesnThey are the suns that risenThey are the light that guidesnThey are these lost versesnnI came up from under the oceannEvaporated sea salt waternA mist above the skylinenI haunt the streets of San FrancisconWatch over loved ones and old friendsnI see them trough their living room windowsnShaken by fear and worriesnI want them to know how I love them sonFoghorns would sound in wakingnIs it my voice you hear?nFootsteps are moving across the floornAnd you know I'm herenThe afternoon carries up from the hills and you are well and nearnTo fall into the light I follownnI feel oh so nearnWhen morning doves appearnAnd ghosts of April ringnEcho the refrainnSoon finding a placenIn these lost versesnnThey fill the foggy daynThey hide the hills awaynThat steal our timenThey are the picturesque nightnThe casting city lightsnOn the bay flowing into the ocean glowing