I got some money and found myself a car
I headed north across 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 homebut 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 amthe sun's going down and the lights come on
I'll keep driving until the day is done
on the 101and I'm going home
and I'm going homebut 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 nameand 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 nameI can hear her calling out my name
