Looking back, to San Francisco Wearing my blue Chinese dress A yellow jacket with padded shoulders Smoking Sobranie cigarettes
Four o'clock and the fog comes in We all remember the sea For several seconds our sins are forgiven Mine against you, yours against me
Don't wait for me and don't be sorry Forget all the letters we wrote Leave to the foghorns our lonesome story Let them sustain the heavy note
We order another margarita Sipping it slow by the window Nobody needs an Indian teacher All they need is San Francisco
For we are driving most carefully home Down roads that are floating and veiled The Golden Gate, It's still gold, It's still great Nobody's drunk Nothing has failedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
