If nothing else than feelings end
It seems the world has gone to shit again
So pack your bags, we're leaving soon
I heard they're selling flights to the pink moon
You say your feet are cold, I guess we need to go
Somewhere warm on the West Coast
You look at me with that familiar face
You turn around, and then you say
I think that we should move to San Francisco
That's where the happy people go
You say you wanna go to San Francisco
But I, I just don't know
You say you wanna move to San Francisco
That's where the pretty people go
You say you wanna go to San Francisco
But I, I just don't know
I just don't know
I took advice and then I took a trip
You said, you're born to run, but then I slipped
I guess I'm not the boss, oh, no one is
So don't be cynical as you purse your lips
You look at me and then you say
This Monday feels like a Saturday
So we lie in bed, yeah, we lie awake
And as you turn away
You say you wanna move to San Francisco
That's where the happy people go
You say you wanna go to San Francisco
But I, I just don't know
I just don't know
Oh, I wanna be like this
For another dozen years
We could live so free
Oh, I wanna be like this
For another dozen years
We could live so free
You say you wanna move to San Francisco
That's where the happy people go
You say you wanna move to San Francisco
But I, I just don't know
I just don't know
I just don't know
I just don't know
I just don't know, know, know
I wanna be like this
For another dozen years
We could live so free
