Stars and Boulevards

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 this 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 own...

Late nights, won't do me justice,
'cause when I drink, I just get so damned 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...

Oh... seems like I'm always on my own,
seems like I'm never coming home,
seems like I'm always on my own...
(all the stars and boulevards ain't close enough for you)

One last phone call from you, it wouldn't hurt much,
jus'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...