All I ever asked of you
Was a copy of Garage Days
And to tell me the truth
Aint no one watching you
Exit Ventura Highway
Its like I knew two of you, man
The one before and after we shook hands
Taking the calls
But in all forgetting whats been said
And after dark in a cab in L.A.
Forget about the meter, man
These are salad days
Comes on the radio
Comes on and whats being said
Is youre no better than
Sylvia
No better than
Sylvia
No better than
Sylvia
Where you are
Where youve been
No better than
Sylvia, Sylvia
No better than
Sylvia
Where you are
No better than
Where youve been
Where you are
And where youve been
And where youve gone, oh no
Heres a mark, hes a mark on the page
Dishing out the wisdom of this reflexive age
Dotting the eyes with an eye
For defining what you were
So when you do that line tonight
Remember that it came at a steep price
And keep telling yourself
Theres more to you than her
Cause youre no better than
Sylvia
No better than
Sylvia
No better than
Sylvia
Where you are
Where youve been
No better than
Sylvia, Sylvia
No better than
Where you are
Where youve been
No better than
Where you are, where you been
And where you gone, oh no
Where you gone, oh no
No, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no