In San Francisco - The Residents

I left my heart in San Francisco

High on a hill it calls to me

To be where little cable cars

Climb halfway to the stars

The morning fog may chill the air

I don’t care

My love waits there in San Francisco

Above the blue and windy sea

When I come home to you, San Francisco

Your golden sun will shine for me

When I come home to you, San Francisco

Your golden sun will shine for me