Westbound, far as he could make it on denial
Touched down, lookin' for the darkest street on the bay
Hoping 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 so far away
Here we go, San Francisco, oh
Here we go, San Francisco, oh (way)
Here we go, San Francisco, oh
Here we go, San Francisco, oh
Made do working at a hostel through September
One room, blanket, and a Bible; all that he had
Some days never saw the sun on streets so tender
And some nights they felt like fights against going mad
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 so far away
Here we go, San Francisco, oh
Here we go, San Francisco, oh, ooh-ooh
San Francisco, oh, oh, oh
Here we go, San Francisco, oh (far away)
Far away (far away, way)
Far away (far away, far away)
And he says, "The streets are all the same"
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 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)
Far away (far away, far away, far away, far away, far away, far away)