I wish that I hold bite 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
New York City
So far from Santa Barbara, Barbara
And there's no one, no one like you

Oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh

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)
Feeling that I know it's fate
(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 oh
Oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh, oh

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): NICHOLAS JERRY JONAS, PAUL EDWIN SHELTON