Lyrics:

If nothing else,
Im feeling zen
It seems the world has gone to shit again,
So pack your bags,
Were leaving soon,
I heard theyre selling flights to the pink moon.
You say your feet are cold,
I guess we need to go,
Somewhere warm on the West Coast,
You look at me,
With that familiar face,
You turn around,
And then you say.
I think that we should move to San Francisco,
Thats where the happy people go,
You say you want to go to San Francisco,
But I, I just dont know.
You say you want to move to San Francisco,
Thats where the pretty people go,
You say you want to go to San Francisco,
But I, I just dont know,
I just dont know.
I took advice, and then I took a trip,
You said youre born to run, but then I slipped,
I guess Im not the boss, oh no one is,
So dont be cynical, as you purse your lips,
You look at me,
And then you say,
This Monday feels like a Saturday,
So we lie in bed, yeah we lie awake,
And as you turn away.
You say you want to move to San Francisco,
Thats where the happy people go,
You say you want to go to San Francisco,
But I, I just dont know,
I just dont know
You say you want to move to San Francisco,
Thats where the happy people go,
You say you want to move to San Francisco,
But I, I just dont know.