We felt invincible crossing the Golden State
Wheels turning round over the golden gates
The fog rolls in
Covering the fishing boats, empty and quiet
Living by a ruse, taking on every fight
Swinging like we’ve got nothing to lose
Going down to prove who’s got the bigger heart
No matter what happens tonight in a rush of gold
It’s not always what it seems
But sometimes it will be
Exactly what you need
We felt invisible drifting across the rails
Sunken in the stones
And the half way homes of the Presidio
The lights went low
The field was wet, the wind at your back
Standing at the plate — waiting for the perfect pitch
Swinging like you’ve got nothing to lose
Going down to prove who’s got the bigger heart
No matter what happens tonight in a rush of gold
The needle and the thread and feathers you collect
Make a set of wings put them on your back
Get up, get out in a rush of gold
It’s not always what it seems
But sometimes it will be
Exactly what you need