I’m going back to 505 If it’s a 7-hour flight or a 45-minute drive In my imagination you’re waiting lying on your side With your hands between your thighs

Stop and wait a sec Oh when you look at me like that my darling What did you expect? I’d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck Or I did last time I checked

Not shy of a spark A knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark Frightened by the bite though it’s no harsher than the bark Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start

I’m going back to 505 If it’s a 7-hour flight or a 45-minute drive In my imagination you’re waiting lying on your side With your hands between your thighs

But I crumble completely when you cry It seems like once again you’ve had to greet me with “Goodbye” I’m always just about to go and spoil a surprise Take my hands off of your eyes too soon

I’m going back to 505 If it’s a 7-hour flight or a 45-minute drive In my imagination you’re waiting lying on your side With your hands between your thighs

…and a smile