City lights shining down on me I'm feeling something good I wrote her into another song She said, "I knew you would" She's a bohemian, living in a paper bag world In this lunchbox town, She thinks I write too many songs about girls She's always dreaming wide awake When she's lost she leads the way She throws rocks at the stars Dreams of living in cars But she won't love me Jesus wouldn't like it that way She forgets how to breathe Never knows when to leave But she won't call me Jesus wouldn't like it that way Every weekend we both go to an uptown show Actors make her feel a little more at home
And at midnight she gives thanks for another day through She tells me she lies, then she tells me her lies are all true I can't believe a word she says But what if words are meaningless She throws rocks at the stars Dreams of living in cars But she won't love me Jesus wouldn't like it that way She forgets how to breathe Never knows when to leave But she won't call me Jesus wouldn't like it Something here is telling me she's holding out for more She's holding out her hands while her feet have left the floor There's nothing left to say so she'll scream away