My love is in San Francisco
I don’t think that’s she into disco
But she’s far away from the days of Albany
My soul is in Upstate New York
Where there’s a tree at every fork
When I’m miles away I think of you and me
My mind is in Massachusetts
Where my life isn’t so ruthless
And my time away is enough for me to be
The man who’ll be the one to set you free
Her hair shines through the hues
On boulevards and avenues
That are numbered from 1 to 183
Her eyes are full of muses
Her soul is free of bruises
She knows just where to find some company
From the man who’ll be the one to set you free
I know my mind is wandering
But my heart is never pondering
About the way she feels (it’s heavenly)
Her life is extraordinary
Her time is not ordinary
She knows she can live her dreams past 33
With the man who will be the one to set her free
My love is in San Francisco
I don’t think that’s she into disco
But she’s far away from the days of Albany
My soul is in Upstate New York
Where there’s a tree at every fork
When I’m miles away I think of you and me
I want to be the man who’ll be the one to set you free
To set you free…
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