Life In San Francisco

Rain drips drops on my head

And I can't remember your name again

You don't have too much of a face

Your always walking on the tips of your toes

Instead of your feet or your heels at all

You always look like you're ready to fall

Back into bed or into my arms

You're holding on for dear life

La la la la

Life in San Francisco

Wind blows the hair on my head

And I can't remember which bus to take

But I want to get back to the place

Where you can see the sun set on the sea and break

With some waves on the side of it all

I always feel like I'm ready to fall

Back into bed or into your arms

I'm holding on for dear life

La la la la

Life in San Francisco