Lyrics:

Strobe Lights Beam, Creates Dreams
walls Move, Minds Do, Too
on A Warm San Franciscan Night
old Child, Young Child Feel All Right
on A Warm San Franciscan Night

angels Sing, Leather Wings
jens Of Blue, Harley Davidsons Too
on A Warm San Franciscan Nights
young Angel, Old Angel Feel All Right
on A Warm San Franciscan Night

i Wasn't Born There
perhaps I'll Die There
there's No Place Left To Go
san Francisco

a Cop's Face Is Filled With Hate
heavens Above He's On A Street Called Love
when Will They Ever Learn
young Cop, Old Cop Feel All Right
on A Warm San Franciscan Night

i Wasn't Born There
perhaps I'll Die There
'cos There's No Place Left To Go
san Francisco

young Child, Old Child Feel All Right
on A Warm San Franciscan Night
young Angel, Old Angel Feel All Right
on A Warm San Franciscan Night