Lyrics

Sunrise over sourdough in panoramic paradise
Birds blow songs of Alcatraz in surreal serenade
You can touch the clouds below; heaven never seemed so close
But if you spread your wings and fly, it's not a leap of faith
From the Golden Gate
From the Golden Gate

When the music starts to swell, you think they'll be your backing band
Harp strings for eternity, a symphony in steel
Get real

It's really not a golden gate; that's just an orange coat of paint
And your whole life won't even rate a drop into the sea
Where I live, the world is flat, and, you know, I'm okay with that
Color me pedestrian, but I'm still on my feet