I'm going back to 505
If it's a seven hour
flight or a forty-five
minute drive
In my imagination,
you're waitin' lyin'
on your side
With your hands
between your thighs
Stop and wait a sec
When you look at
me like that, my darlin',
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
The 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
The middle of
adventure, such a
perfect place to start
I'm going back to 505
If it's a seven hour
flight or a forty-five
minute drive
In my imagination,
you're waitin' lyin'
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 seven hour
flight or a forty-five
minute drive
In my imagination,
you're waitin' lyin'
on your side
With your hands
between your thighs
and a smile