All the Lost Souls Welcome You to San Francisco - American Music Club

Years ago my soul went missing

Looking for a life no one would mourn

Now it stumbles like the smile of a fool

Looking to the sky for shelter from this storm

All the lost souls welcome you to San Francisco

It’s a city that was built by fire trucks

And skeletons who grin and grin

Pimps and thieves who can’t believe their luck

Saints who are only holy when they sin

I came looking for the party

So come on Marty, you’re the king of 22nd Street

Just give me some hope, or give me at least enough rope

Can you make my heart feel complete?

All the lost souls welcome you to San Francisco

You can always find me at the celebration

(Celebrating good times)

Waiting for glory to strike me dumb

(Please strike me dumb)

I’m trying to keep the good times rolling (rolling)

Because they’re almost gone

All the lost souls welcome you to San Francisco

A beauty our hearts all recognize

And never get their fill

Where everyone is humming a love supreme

Watching it pour softly down the hill

All the lost souls welcome you to San Francisco