Wrapped up in a cozy cloud
Dreaming up above the crowd
Over Ghirardelli Square
With the seagulls in the air

Like the puffy clouds that drift
So the comforter will shift
Thoughts of Boudin's sourdough bread
While I snuggle in my bed

Cable cars that clang all night
As I hold my pillow tight
Now I'm traveling incognito
Past the boats of Sausalito

Hurrying along the dock
It is almost 6 o'clock
When the morning rain comes down
I'm awake in Chinatown