In the San Francisco Bay Going for a run Picking out my shoes The laces tied for fun Too tightly all the way down I remember you Standing in these shoes In the living room Like a toddler circus clown From across the room From across the country There's a special gift You bring to me You're slowing me down Down Down You're slowing me down You're slowing me down Down Down You're slowing me down As I got back to my friend's House after my jog She was frying omelets in the San Francisco fog Her toddler sat by the stove He was grabbing for the salt And the pepper too With the spatula he grinned Atop his treasure trove From across the country From across the countertop I thought of you when she said Please stop You're slowing me down Down Down You're slowing me down You're slowing me down Down Down You're slowing me down I'm documenting these moments In hopes that they will last 'Cause I'll return the favor When you're a teenager When you're 'bout to run out of the house I'll say Hey not so fast If it feels like I'm the worst We can recall Who slowed me down first You're slowing me down Down Down You're slowing me down You're slowing me down Down Down You're slowing me down