And I can't remember your name again
 You don't have too much of a face
 You're always walking on the tips of yours 
 Instead of your feet or your heels at all
 You always look like you're ready to fall 
 Back into bed or into my arms 
 You're holding on for dear life

 La, la, la, la, la
 Life in San Francisco

 Wind blows the hair on my head
 And I can't remember which bus to take
 But I want to get back to the place
 Where you can see the sun set on the sea 
 And break with the waves in the side of it all
 I always feel like I'm ready to fall
 Back into bed or into your arms 
 I'm holding on for dear life

 La, la, la, la, la
 Life in San Francisco