San Francisco

I think I'll stay in the shower And see how I feel In a couple of hours I'm sick of facing what's real I sit around in my room And wait for nothing to do I caught a case of bad news And now I feel permanently Blue, and that's fine 'Cause it don't matter anyway You and I We'll sink together and waste away So this is what it feels like Catching up with real life And this is what it feels like When you're in too deep Tryna find your feet When they're out the window Running to San Francisco I think I may be a coward Or maybe I'm stale Instead of picking up flowers I'm throwing dirt in my pail I sang a song to the moon And asked her what she would do She said my time would come soon If I patch my brain up with some Glue, and that's fine 'Cause it don't matter anyway You and I We'll float together in outer space So this is what it feels like Catching up with real life And this is what it feels like When you're in too deep Tryna find your feet When they're out the window Running to San Francisco (Whoo!) So this is what it feels like Catching up with real life And this is what it feels like When you're in too deep Tryna find your feet When they're out the window Running to San Francisco To San Francisco Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh