San Francisco

I got some money and found myself a car
I headed north toward the boulevard
on my own.

And Paul simon and his friends
singing something about Mrs. Robinson
on the radio.

And I'm going north.
I'm going north.
But I won't know where I'm going till I get there.
You know I wish you felt the same.
Maybe I'll find love in San Francisco
I can hear her calling out my name.

Ooooh, ooooh.
Ooooh, ooooh.

My jeans are too tight and my hair is too long.
You look at me like I'm a vagabond.
Well maybe I am.
The sun's going down, the lights come on.
I'll keep driving till the day is done
on the 101.

I'm going north.
I'm going north.
But I won't know where I'm going till I get there.
You know I wish you felt the same.
And maybe I'll find love in San Francisco
I can hear her calling out my name.

{Interlude}

And I won't know where I"m going till I get there
You know I wish you felt the same.
And maybe I'll find love in San Francisco
I can hear her calling out my name.

And I won't know where I'm going till I get there.
You know I wish you felt the same.
Maybe I'll find love love in San Francisco
I can hear her calling out my name.
I can hear her calling out my name.
I can hear her calling out my name.

Ooooh, ooooh.
Ooooh, ooooh.
Ooooh, ooohooohooo.