San Francisco

I got some money and found myself a car
I headed north towards the boulevard
On my own

And Paul Simon and his friends
Singing something about Mrs. Robinson
On the radio

And I'm going north
And 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

Oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh

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

And I'm going north
And 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

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

Oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh oh