All I ever asked of you Was a copy of Garage Days And to tell me the truth Ain't no one watching you Exit Ventura Highway It's like I knew two of you, man The one before and after we shook hands Taking the calls But in all forgetting what's 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 what's being said Is you're no better than (Sylvia) No better than (Sylvia) No better than (Sylvia) Where you are (Where you've been) No better than (Sylvia, Sylvia) No better than (Sylvia) Where you are No better than (Where you've been) Where you are And where you've been And where you've gone, oh no Here's a mark, he's 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 There's more to you than her 'Cause you're no better than (Sylvia) No better than (Sylvia) No better than (Sylvia) Where you are (Where you've been) No better than (Sylvia, Sylvia) No better than Where you are (Where you've 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