I won't hang my head on another wish or a prayer
I'm going up to San Francisco and I hope to see you there

Hard lines are down and I know you're feeling scared
I'm going up to San Francisco and I hope to see you there

Are we out of time?
String of highway pearls there in your mind
You hit the road the day I left
I guess that's fine
If it rolls you onto San Francisco

You float like doves without a care
But I'm going up to San Francisco would you care to see me there?

To the road I float, like feathers in the air
But I'm going up to San Francisco and I think I need you there

Are we out of time?
String of highway pearls there in your mind
You hit the road the day I left
I guess that's fine
If it rolls you onto San Francisco

Are we out of time?
String of highway pearls there in your mind
You hit the road the day I left
I guess that's fine
If it rolls you onto San Francisco