santa barbara

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

oh ah oh

oh oh oh

oh ah oh

ohh

oh ah oh

oh oh oh

oh ah oh

ohh

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

you see all this talk about finding yourself. ")