SAN FRANCISCAN NIGHTS
(auf "Winds of Change" - Songtextauszug)
(Burdon/Briggs/Weider/Jenkins/McCulloch)

Strobe light beam, creates dreams
Walls move, minds do too
On a warm San Franciscan night.
Old child , young child feel all right
On a warm San Franciscan night.

Angels sing, leather wings
Jeans of blue, Harley Davidson's too
On a warm San Franciscan night.

Old angel, young angel feel all right
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...