My Heart

"I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little cable cars
Climb halfway to the stars!
And the morning fog will chill the air

My love waits there (my love waits there) in San Francisco
Above the blue and windy sea
When I come home to you, San Francisco,
Your golden sun will shine for me!

I left my heart in San Francisco
High on a hill, it calls to me
To be where little cable cars
Climb halfway to the stars!
And the morning fog will chill the air

I don't care

My love waits there in San Francisco
Above the blue and windy sea
When I come home to you, San Francisco,
Your golden sun will shine for me!"

I first heard this song when I was 9 years old. I found the song in a collection of 12” vinyl of my parents. I first went to SF when I was 19 years old, in 1993 – the song made perfect sense.

At the request of my Geography 321 professor, I have picked a city in the United States to explore, and one that is dear to me.