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 Ms Robinson
on the radio
and i'm going home
and i'm going home
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
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
and the lights come on
i'll keep driving until the day is done
on the 101
and i'm going home
and i'm going home
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
I can hear her calling out my name
I can hear her calling out my name