Santa Barbara - Nick Jonas

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

New York City

Is 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

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… «)

I’m feeling and I know it’s fake

(«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, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh