I got some money and found myself a car I headed north across the boulevard on my own...
Paul Simon and his friend singing something about Ms Robinson on the radio...
and I'm going home and I'm going home
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 and the lights come on I'll keep driving until the day is done on the 101
and I'm going home and I'm going home
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