I got some money and found myself a car
I headed north towards the boulevards
On my own...
Paul Simon and his friend
Singing something about Ms 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
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, 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
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
