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