San Francisco

I got some money and found myself a car

I headed north towards the boulevard

On my own

Paul Simon and his friend

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

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 light's 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

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 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