Here's a little something that I've written I know you won't believe it but I Want to talk about it What we did last summer and I Am ready to relieve it If you think that you can take cause I I, I, I'm going to San Francisco I have got that letter The one you never finished it's true That I can still remember That scene in San Francisco when you Left me in the morning Alone without a warning or clue When you, you left me in San Francisco You had all those flowers in your hair like the song One day you were there and then the next day you were gone The truth is that you left me standing there and all alone in San Francisco I can see your tattered spirit Though you don't believe it it's true And if you'll only see me I will try my best to see your point of view I don't know if you're coming But I have to keep my faith in what I knew That I, I, loved you in San Francisco