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