Capo I Intro: Strobe lights beam create dreams walls move minds to do on a warm San Franciscan night old child young child feel alright on a warm San Franciscan night Angels sing leather wings jeans of blue Harley Davidsons too on a warm San Franciscan night old angels young angels feel alright 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. Cop's face is filled with hate heavens above he's on a street called love when will they ever learn? old cop young cop feel alright on a warm San Franciscan night the children are cool they don't raise fools it's an American dream includes Indians too