I love it most when it’s cold
The kind of chill that cuts me right to the bone
I’m the one in a t-shirt in the rain
Move fast, blood flows, and I’ll be ok
So why the hell am I here today
Sweating like a waterfall in this subway

2 More stops to where I step onstage
A rush that keeps me on this runaway train
It ain’t bad but it ain’t san francisco in the rain
A guitar’s moaning through the crashing ocean waves
We ain’t there but it’s just...just a simple kind of thing
It ain’t bad but it ain’t san francisco in the rain

Ain’t seen your face in 29 days
Seems like the journey home is through a maze.
Next town I promise is my very last goodbye
But an empty stage can feel so right
It ain’t bad but it ain’t san francisco in the rain

A guitar’s moaning through the crashing ocean waves
We ain’t there but it’s just...just a simple kind of thing
It ain’t bad but it ain’t san francisco in the rain
Ohhhh, it ain’t bad but it ain’t san francisco