Lost on the freeway
Well, This must be LA
Tired and lonely
With no real place to stay
Is this the future
And where I wanna be?
Last night it hit me
When I had this crazy dream

Of waking up
In your house
On a san Francisco St
We tune out all the nasty weather
And it's all in front of you and me

You were intriguing
Just looking at a magazine
like when I first saw you
Back in two-oo thousand and three
And then you walked over
said: 'you don't have to be alone. '
I don't have a crystal ball
there's no way I could have known

(id be) waking up
In your house
On a san Francisco St
We tune out all the nasty weather
And it's all in front of you and me
waking up
In your house
On a san Francisco St
We tune out all the nasty weather
And it's all in front of you and me