Strobe light 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. Angels sing leather wings. Jeans of blue Harley Davidson's too. On a warm San Franciscan night. Old angel young angel. 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. Cops face is filled with hate. 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.