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 on sky-high honeydome 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 dogs 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 on sky-high honeydome On 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 on sky-high honeydome On sky-high honeydome