Some airport glimmers
Strange girls with golden hair
Still linger in my memory
It's winter in San Francisco
But it never rains
On the edges of Colorado

And the Golden Gate falls asleep
On Alcatraz where still linger
The sobs of prison colors
Mr. Caryl Chessman is dead
But the doubt still remains
Was he right or wrong?

So far away from L.A.
So long ago from Frisco
I'm no one but a shadow
But a shadow, a shadow

The Queen Mary is a hotel
Off the coast of Beverly Hills
And the hills remember
The splendors of the dynasty
From Garbo to Bogie
That made its follies resonate

So far away from L.A.
So long ago from Frisco
I'm no one but a shadow
But a shadow, a shadow

Poor Mrs. Polanski
In one fell swoop they took two lives from you
And who here remembers?
It's winter in San Francisco
I will only find rest
On the edges of Colorado

So far away from L.A.
So long ago from Frisco
I'm no one but a shadow
But a shadow, a shadow
But a shadow
A shadow

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