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 Oh, I, 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
Oh, I wanna be like this For another dozen years We could live so free
Compositor: Kieran Francis Shudall (Kieran Shudall) (PRS)Editor: Sentric Music Publishing (PRS)Publicado em 2022ECAD verificado obra #25903866 e fonograma #48560889 em 19/Abr/2024