I got some money and found myself a car
I headed north towards 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 the name

my jeans is too tight and my hair is too long
you look at me like I`m a vagabond
well,maybe I am
the sun is 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 the name

and 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 the name
and 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
I can hear her calling out my name
I can hear her calling out my name