The red band stretches out
Across the farallones dagger beach

Bay windows with victorian glass
And power lines that carried the telegraph

I taste salt on my tongue
I will stay strong
I will not be undone

The sound of the Alemany Market
Is future sound
And I sighed in relief
When bitter greens dropped to a dollar a pound

And night dropped the floor
Opened up a small wooden door

I taste salt on my tongue
I will not be undone