My Brother Lived in San Francisco

My brother lived in San Francisco
 He said he finally found his place
 And when I go to San Francisco
 Everywhere I look I see his face
 Bud and I faced childhood
 Under stark Montana skies
 And bud he seemed to always
 Have cities in his eyes
 He longed for possibilities
 He lived to move away
 And he finally his dream
 In the city by the bay
 Joe and I were best of friends
 In our small time college town
 And joe had personality
 What a campus clown
 His jokes hit deeper rivers
 That bubbled far below
 And he rode the current west
 Where the rapid waters flow
 Lots of us have brothers there
 Who would love to show the sights
 And share the balmy freedom
 Of San Francisco nights
 They liked it so much more
 Than anywhere they'd been
 And we thought they would be there
 When we made it back again
 My brother lived in San Francisco
 He said he finally found his place
 And when I go to San Francisco
 Everywhere I look I see his face