I wish that I could hold my tongue. 'Cause even when I'm right I'm wrong. I wish that I could pull these scabs. 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's. So far from Santa Barbara. And there's no one no one like you. Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh. 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 line (the line). 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). A feeling that I know it's fake. (You lost yourself). Why is New York City. (God says). So far so far from Santa Barbara. (You could travel to the end of the earth). Barbara. (But you can always come back home). And there's no one no one like you. Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh