I wish that I could hold my tongue
'Cause even when I'm right I'm wrong
I wish that I could pull this scab
And bleed you out
And there's no one
No one like you
My coffee's got a bitter taste
I wish that I was in that place
But New York City
Is so far from Santa Barbara
Barbara
And there's no one
No one like you
The summer days are so long
It's hard to hide in the light
So afraid,
Of what you'll see
On the other side of the light
The light
And there's no one
No one like you
I guess I used to love this place
Feeling that I know it's fate
Why is New York City
So far, so far from Santa Barbara
Barbara
And there's no one, no one like you
