Don't you get it twisted like Lombard
Starting arguments in a cable car
Everything that's up one day must come down
Feel the energy of how the city flows
3 AM, lost in the Presidio
Radio off, we don't make a sound
Too much can get in our heads
Chasing happy ever afters
I'll try to do my best, to clear out your mind
One day I hope I find the heart that you left
Inbetween every street that takes out my breath
All we do is hold on to things that we know
But tonight, let's just drive through San Fransisco
Now we're driving further than we've ever been
Making up the nights I hope will never end
Hoping it's not over when we cross the bay
Too much can get in our heads
Chasing happy ever afters
I'll try to do my best, to clear out your mind
One day I hope I find the heart that you left
Inbetween every street that takes out my breath
All we do is hold on to things that we know
But tonight, let's just drive through San Fransisco
If you need to talk through the night
Or tell me shut up and drive
Take your pick, take your pick
If you want to stay warm inside
Or try and see city lights
Take your pick, take your pick
One day I hope I find the heart that you left
Inbetween every street that takes out my breath
All we do is hold on to things that we know
But tonight, let's just drive through San Fransisco