I'm going back to 505If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute driveIn my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your sideWith your hands between your thighsStop and wait a secWhen you look at me like that, my darlin', what did you expect?I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neckOr I did last time I checkedNot shy of a sparkThe knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the markFrightened by the bite, though it's no harsher than the barkThe middle of adventure, such a perfect place to startI'm going back to 505If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute driveIn my imagination, you're waitin' lyin' on your sideWith your hands between your thighsBut I crumble completely when you cryIt seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbyeI'm always just about to go and spoil the surpriseTake my hands off of your eyes too soonI'm going back to 505If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute driveIn my imagination,