[Verse 1] I'd drive to San Francisco, pick you a Santa Lucian rose Down in the redwood valley where the nightshade grows Lay me down in the dogwood, whisper my name like you used to do And I'd say you haven't changed much since I last saw you
[Chorus] Oh I know we're getting old, getting old for these games Buying time in the backseat of your Chevrolet Singing 'San Francisco, you'll be seeing me soon'
[Verse 2] Read me your favorite poem, something you think that I might like Adrienne, I adore you – would you let mе stay the night? And I'd kiss your hair in the morning, you'd say I don't have to go And you'd look so nicе in your t-shirt making coffee on the stove
[Chorus] I know we're getting old, we're getting old for these games Buying time in the half-light of our salad days Singing 'San Francisco, you'll be seeing me soon'
[Bridge] Our loose limbs move like morning mist Rolling through across the bay Your eyes meet mine so slowly as we wakeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
