
San Diego, 1988
It's only San Diego, 1988
And we could
Go all the way down to Mexico
And we could
We could go I could drive the night through
Follow the interstate
There's no reason to wait
No reason to wait
I know, I know
It's the middle of the night
I know, I know
That the timing isn't right
But I'm waiting at the end of your driveway
The end of your driveway
So we can get away
So we can get away
It's only San Diego, 1988
And we could
Go I don't wanna take it slow
And we could
We could go I can show you things you'd never know
There's no reason to wait
No reason to wait
I know, I know
It's the middle of the night
I know, I know
That the timing isn't right
But I'm waiting at the end of your driveway
The end of your driveway
So we can get away
So we can get away
So we can get away
So we can get away
It's never too late, never too late
Never too late, never too late, never too late
It's never too late, never too late
Never too late, never too late, never too late
It's never too late, never too late
It's about time you left this all behind (never too late, never too late, never too late)
You left this all behind (it's never too late, never too late)
You left this all behind (never too late, never too late, never too late)
It's never too late, never too late
It's about time you left this all behind (it's never too late, never too late)
You left this all behind (never too late, never too late, never too late)
I know, I know
It's the middle of the night
I know, I know
That the timing isn't right
But I'm waiting at the end of your driveway
The end of your driveway
So we can get away
So we can get away
So we can get away
So we can get away
Writer/s: Jason Bartlett Couse, Wesley Marskell