I smell the fog and eucalyptus
Looking back I find it so delicious
Every single time that I try to go down to the beach in San Francisco
Walking around where the sun never comes
Walking around where the sun never comes
And I don’t know why I come back
And I don’t know how I really feel
But I want to find the sun
In San Francisco

And then there’s a place where the mottled run
Eating Chinese food on Geary is something you never do at home
One of these nights you arrive
And you’re vying to fight at a time
When you want to alight
But you always come back to the west
And it’s all confusion at best
What’s that what you say?
There’s nothing more to relate
Rolling along in my San Francisco

I taste the sea salt
I hate to sleep all day
Down to the Shore House
It’s drowning more of me
The City
Ow it’s killing me

I see the Bay and Golden bridges
Looking back I find it quite pernicious
Every single time that I wander around in the park in San Francisco
Circle around till I know where I am
Circle around till I know who I am
What’s that what you say?
I’ll find the truth on Broadway
Selling my soul to breathe
In San Francisco
In San Francisco
In San Francisco