wait dear, a white horse is walking down my street here. your words are creeping at my feet. i fear sunrise will come too soon and you'll disappear into the haze of the city and go south. look out, they're coming after us with big guns. they're only gonna tell you all the bad things i've done. even if the words they say aren't true, they've won. and i'm left here dying in the sun. oh, seems like i'm always on my own, seems like i'm never coming home, seems like i'm always on my... all the stars and boulevards ain't close for you. late nights won't do me justice cause when i drink, i just get so damn depressed. and it's not like i ain't trying to get over you. it's just hard to look at all the seasons pass me over too. and i say oh, seems like i'm always on my own, seems like i'm never coming home, seems like i'm always on my... all the stars and boulevards ain't close for you. one last phone call from you, it wouldn't hurt much. i'd just like to hear your voice and pretend to touch any inch of you that hasn't said it all or read it all or sung my life away.
