Russian Hill Lyrics

M7
I dreamt about a tranquil Sunday drive,
A sensory lullaby
M7
We trade the comics, cartoons and magazines,
for pistons and gasoline
M7
We see the road from the bedside, parked under the sunshine,
we feel the warmth of the engine so we climb inside and take it to the motorway
horus
Watch the clouds turn into faces, it's fun to play
Shift the gears for years and age a single day
M7 M7
Until we spill onto Russian Hill
M7
Past cathedrals filled with God's favourite guests,
dirty hands feel clean when dressed in their Sunday best
M7
Treeline village, oh, so heavenly,
cross a bridge of gold to landscapes of juniper, only Eden is for millionaires
horus
Watch the clouds turn into faces, it's fun to play
Shift the gears for years and age a single day
M7 M7
Until we spill onto Russian Hill
ridge
M7
I'm pulling through the last stoplight we head home past the shoreline,
and through the rear view mirror it all melts away 'til we're helpless
horus
Watch the clouds turn into faces, it's fun to play
Shift the gears for years and age a single day
For like curtains close this sunset matinee
M7 M7
A dream fulfilled on Russian Hill