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