City lights shining down on me

I'm feeling something good

I wrote her into another song

She said, “I knew you would”

She's a bohemian, living in a paper bag world

In this lunchbox town, 

She thinks I write too many songs about girls


She's always dreaming wide awake

When she's lost she leads the way


She throws rocks at the stars

Dreams of living in cars

But she won't love me 

Jesus wouldn't like it that way

She forgets how to breathe 

Never knows when to leave

But she won't call me

Jesus wouldn't like it that way


Every weekend we both go to an uptown show

Actors make her feel a little more at home

And at midnight she gives thanks for another day through

She tells me she lies, then she tells me her lies are all true


I can't believe a word she says

But what if words are meaningless


She throws rocks at the stars

Dreams of living in cars

But she won't love me 

Jesus wouldn't like it that way

She forgets how to breathe 

Never knows when to leave

But she won't call me

Jesus wouldn't like it 


Something here is telling me she's holding out for more

She's holding out her hands while her feet have left the floor

There's nothing left to say so she'll scream away