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.
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.
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.
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 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.