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