San Francisco (From the Archives)

Lyrics: Stuart Larsen Music: Stuart Larsen 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 Mrs. Robinson On the radio 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 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 light's 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 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 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 I can hear her calling out my name I can hear her calling out my name