Yellow Moon

There’s a fog in San Francisco That reaches clear to my heart When you’re on the West Coast I feel so blackened and charred Cause I’m stuck in Brooklyn Beneath the sad yellow moon I’m love struck in Brooklyn I wish you could see it too And all night long, stray cats are crying in pain They’re only making love That’s how I know they’re the same I pray you’ll rejoin me Cause I’m not feeling so well Till then, I’ll be lonely And I’ll keep telling myself Don’t be afraid to cry That’s how you know you’re alive Don’t be afraid to cry That’s how you know you’re alive