(San Francisco), San Francisco (San Francisco), he he he he hey (You don't find them finer) (Searching for what we all treasure: pleasure) (Brightly on nights tell a glory story) (San Francisco), City by the Bay yeah (San Francisco), take me to the water

Don't say a word at all I wanna get back to where we started To the summer night You know, you know, you know, you know we got it right We don't gotta say anything Don't gotta say anything Yeah wanna get back to San Francisco In the fire light You know,

One day they will see it's long gone. Now that San Francisco's gone I guess I'll just pack it in Wanna wash away my sins In the presence of my friends You and I, we head back east To find a town where we can live Even in the half light We can see that

On a warm San Franciscan night This following program is dedicated to the city And people of San Francisco Who may not know it but they are beautiful And so is their city This is a very personal song So if the viewer cannot understand it Particularly

He’s the shining in the light Without whom I cannot see Insurrection, he is spite He’s the force that made me be Nostro Dispater Nostr'Alma Mater We're standing here by the abyss

On my mind, on my mind Soul shadows on my mind They left them soul shadows all on my mind San Francisco morning coming clear and cold Don't know if I'm waking or I'm dreaming Riding with Fats Waller on the Super Chief He said, musics real, the rest is

Heading north to San Francisco Wild horses in my head See you looking out the window She'll bring roses when I'm dead Do I love her for the beauty? Do I love her, she makes me smile? Do I love her cuz it's my duty? But we'll never feel alone

(Kick me out, kick me out) I don't want to hear you Get off the bandwagon and put down the handbook Fake Tales of San Francisco I don't want to hear, you know Echo through the room More point to a wedding disco Without a bride or groom There's a super

His daddy was an honest man, red dirt Georgia farmer His mama lived her short life having kids and baling hay He had fifteen years, an ache inside to wander He hopped a freight in Waycross, wound up in L.A. Lord, the cold nights had no pity on a Waycross

In San Francisco I met you in a bar in San Francisco We climbed the Golden Gate bridge just to watch the stars collide And played that Stevie Wonder song a couple thousand times I'm kinda scared to say it was the best night of my life But I know I won't