I bet you're laughing at some joke he told you
With his arm around your sun burnt shoulders
I spent the morning with my face against
the window seat
Looking down at all the things
that got the best of me
No more late night drives to Boston
No more Cure songs to get lost in
No more taxis, subway tokens
Arms wide open, I'm sky high honey - gone
I take the streetcars around San Francisco
Get winks from the pretty boys down
in The Castro
Through the turnstiles roll the choppy girls
and the shabby dolls
I can't resist myself, I get their names,
I never call
No more late night drives to Boston
No more Cure songs to get lost in
No more taxis, subway tokens
Arms wide open, I'm sky high honey - gone
I'm sky high honey
You wait too long, you never leave
And it feels like dying but still your heart beats
No more late night drives to Boston
No more Cure songs to get lost in
No more taxis, subway tokens
Arms wide open, I'm sky high honey - gone
I'm sky high honey - gone