Sky High Honey - Matt Nathanson

I bet you’re laughing at some joke he told you

With his arm around your sunburnt 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 Jappy 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