All the Lost Souls Welcome You to San Francisco

years ago my soul went missing
 it was looking for a life no-one would mourn
 until it faded into the smile of some fool
 still looking for shelter from this storm
 all the lost souls welcome you to San Francisco
 at 22 I came here to retire
 and tell myself that I was free
 but now all day I always stoke the fire
 that I saw fade on the shining sea
 i came looking for the party
 ah come on Marty, you're the king of 22nd Street
 just give me some hope, or give me at least enough rope
 i want to fly, shake the dirt off my feet
 all the lost souls welcome you to San Francisco
 a city built by fire trucks!
 dirty old bastards drunk on love
 and mean old queens who never forgive
 the compromises they made to live
 now you can always find me at the celebration
 waiting for glory to strike me down
 i'm trying to keep the good times rolling
 because they're almost gone
 all the lost souls welcome you to San Francisco
 it's a beauty your hearts all recognize
 and never get their fill
 everyone is hunting a love supreme
 watching it roll softly down the hill
 all the lost souls welcome you to San Francisco