2 acessos
I got some money and found myself a car
I headed north toward the boulevard
On my own.
And paul simon and his friends
Singing something about mrs. Robinson
On the radio.
And I'm going north.
I'm going north.
But 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.
Ooooh, ooooh.
Ooooh, ooooh.
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, the lights come on.
I'll keep driving till the day is done
On the 101.
I'm going north.
I'm going north.
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.
Maybe I'll find love 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.
Ooooh, ooooh.
Ooooh, ooooh.
Ooooh, ooohooohooo.