I bet you're laughing at some joke he told you
With his arm around your sunburned shoulder
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, go
I take the streetcars around San Francisco
Get winks from the pretty boys down in the Castro
Through the turnstiles roll the chappy girls and the shabby dolls
I'm sky high, honey, go
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
Arms wide open
I'm sky high, honey, go
I can't resist myself
I'm sky high, honey, go
I turn around and wait back
And it feels like dying
But still your heart beats
Yes, it's endless
I'm sky high, honey, go

I turn around and wait back
And it feels like dying

And it feels like dying

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
I'm sky high, honey gone