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
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, no
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 the 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