In my dreams they say “San Francisco,"
That’s where I should go.
But what’s for me in San Francisco?
That’s what I’d like to know.
I’d take a road trip north, I guess,
And visit the Golden Gate.
Or visit the walls of Alcatraz,
But maybe that could wait.
Should I wear flowers in my hair,
When I go to San Francisco?
Or should I tread without a care,
Or maybe I just won’t go.
For there are other places waiting for me,
A different sun.
A different sea.
And many of these places I’m soon to go.
But for now, they’re not San Francisco.