Tom: G G D/F# Em D Strobe lights beam, creates dreams G D/F# Em D Walls do move, minds do, too Am C G On a warm San Franciscan night G Am C G Old child, young child feel all right Am C G On a warm San Franciscan night G D/F# Em D Angels sing, leather wings G D/F# Em D Jeans of blue, Harley Davidsons too Am C G On a warm San Franciscan night G Am C G Young angel, old angel feel all right Am C G On a warm San Franciscan night Cm I wasn't born there Bm Em Perhaps I'll die there Am D There's no place left to go San Francisco G D/F# Em D A cop's face is filled with hate G D/F# Em D Heavens above he's on a street called love Am C G When will they ever learn? G Am C G Young cop, old cop feel all right Am C G On a warm San Franciscan night Cm I wasn't born there Bm Em Perhaps I'll die there Am D Cause there's no place left to go (San Francisco) [Solo] G Am C G Young child, old child feel all right Am C G On a warm San Franciscan night G Am C G Young angel, old angel feel all right Am C G On a warm San Franciscan night