37 Minutes

From your room to mine
Is thirty-seven minutes, but I
Whip this Land Rover through the night down the 405
You say I'm late, but I'm right on time

Her was poly with the upper hand
I quit the masturbating to make me understand
We miss the point, take a break
So difficult to articulate
You made and bathed in Southern California
Push my head 'round down in the morning
I'd escape if I knew where I was going, yeah

From your room to mine
Is thirty-seven minutes, but I
Whip this Land Rover through the night down the 405
You say I'm late, but I'm right on time
From your room to mine
Is thirty-seven minutes, but I'm
Getting closer, running the lights, stay up tonight
You say I'm late, but I'm right on time

Walked the line like no other men
Found something touching your hand
We discuss things they wouldn't understand
I might fuck your life up if you let me in
Don't wanna die in Southern California
Drag a cigarette down by the morning
I'd escape if I knew where I was going

From your room to mine
Is thirty-seven minutes, but I
Whip this Land Rover through the night down the 405
You say I'm late, but I'm right on time
From your room to mine
Is thirty-seven minutes, but I'm
Getting closer, running the lights, stay up tonight
You say I'm late, but I'm right on time

You say I'm late, but I'm right on time
You say I'm late, but I'm right on time
You say I'm late, you say I'm late
You say I'm late, but I'm right on time

From your room to mine
Is thirty-seven minutes, but I
Whip this Land Rover through the night down the 405
You say I'm late, but I'm right on time