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 the 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