(guitar riff) strobe light's 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 2 angels sing    leather wings jeans of blue harley-davidsons too on a warm san franciscan night old angels young angels  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 cop's face  is filled with height heavens above he's on a street called love when will they ever learn old cop young cop feel all right on a warm san franciscan night   the children are cool  they don?t raise fools it's an american dream includes indians too