Westbound, far as you can make it on the 9
Touchdown, looking for the darkest street on the Bay
Hopin' to start a revolution, a revival
A few days in and he can already say
San Francisco, I've been there before
I kicked down the door at those Golden Gates
Hey, San Francisco, I've been there before
So near to the shore, but it's so far away
Here we go, San Francisco, oh
Here we go, San Francisco, oh
Here we go, San Francisco, oh
Here we go, San Francisco, oh
They do workin' at a household through September
One room, blanket and a Bible, all that he has
Some days never saw the sun on streets so tender
And some nights they felt like flying so just go in there
Hey, San Francisco, I've been there before
I kicked down the door at those Golden Gates
Hey, San Francisco, I've been there before
So near to the shore, but it's so far away
Here we go, San Francisco, oh
Here we go, San Francisco, oh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, San Francisco, oh, oh, oh
Here we go, San Francisco, oh, far away
Far away
Far away
He says, the streets are all the same, hey
Music City by the Bay
Oh, here we go
San Francisco, I've been there before
I kicked down the door at those Golden Gates
Hey, San Francisco, I've been there before
So near to the shore, but it's so far away
Here we go, San Francisco, oh
Here we go, San Francisco, oh, far away
Here we go, San Francisco, oh
Here we go, San Francisco, oh, far away
Far away
Far away