Lost on the freeway, well this must be LA
Tired and lonely, with no real place to stay
Is this the future, and where I’m gonna be?
Last night it hit me, when I had this crazy dream
Of waking up, in your house
On a San Francisco street
We tune out, all the nasty weather
And it’s all in front of you and me
You were intriguing, just looking at a magazine
Like when I first saw you, back in two thousand and three
Then you walked over, and said “you don’t have to be alone.”
I don’t have a crystal ball, there’s no way that I could’ve known
I’d be waking up, in your house
On a San Francisco street
We tune out, all the nasty weather
And it’s all in front of you and me
Waking up, In your house
On a San Francisco street
We tune out, all the nasty weather
And it’s all in front of you
Allin front of you and me
Waking up, in your house
On a San Francisco street
We tune out, all the nasty weather
And it’s all in front of you and me
Waking up, In your house
On a San Francisco street
We tune out, all the nasty weather
And it’s all in front of you
Allin front of you and me
San Francisco street
You and me, It’s all in front of you and me
You and me, San Francisco street
You and me, hey-yeah, uh-uh-uh
