Heatwave
A heatwave and a car ride
And we can't help biding our time
And I guess tonight you could call me
We could plot our runaway

Sight lines passing through you
It's a good time to ask you

To take me home
So I can clear my mind
Take me home
So I don't waste your time
Cause it's been some time
And I guess that it's fine
So take me home

I'm tired driving at night
Cause we never slept so alright
And I know tonight that you'll call me
We can plot our runaway