When the fog here is thick from warm rain on snow, I think of you – Sausalito. Two days on business I saw your coast. But it’s not the sea I’m missing most. Come east, Sausalito, where you belong. I’ve been too many days pretending to be strong. Your new home awaits on the coast of Vineyard Sound. If you don’t come east, I’m westward bound. Why I ever left you, I still don’t know. You’re heaven on earth, Sausalito.