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 Feeling that I know it's fate You lost yourself Why is New York City But 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 ah oh Oh oh oh Oh ah oh Ohh Oh ah oh Oh oh oh Oh ah oh Ohh