The mouth of my suitcase Says I'm making a big mistake I'll pay for it one day Just not today, today, today Running shoes that I can't lace Big balloons that I can't inflate A crayon and a blank slate Pulls me away, away, away You're gutted I'm leaving So sad to go I'm leaving my heart in San Francisco My tall strawberry blonde that Oh, I'll miss so I'll send you a postcard when I get where I've gotta be But something is calling me I'm sorry A castle in quicksand I'm a fool with a bird in hand Who's trading his dreamland Even I don't understand And now I glitter with envy Of your new version without me I'm only stupid, don't hate me I'm tryna do the best I can You're gutted I'm leaving So sad to go I'm leaving my heart in San Francisco My tall strawberry blonde that Oh, I'll miss so I'll send you a postcard when I get where I've gotta be Something is calling me I'm sorry