Bret McCormick - Golden Gates Lyrics

Step one, don't care for anyone
But yourself never someone else
I'm sure that he smokes a lot
That damn hippie commie thot

Take me with you I don't want to stay
Hold my hand as my life rearranges
Takes all my might to keep my feet on the ground
San Francisco, where the lost get found

One night you feel it coming on
Regrets a shitty thing move on
So He's cool to leave his family
But he'll never rank at D&D

Take me with you I think hills are great
Cost of living's not important anyway
But for real I hope I see you around
San Francisco, where the lost come to drown

Take me with you I don't want to stay
Hold my hand as my life rearranges
Takes all my might to keep my feet on the ground
San Francisco, where the lost get found