TRAFFIC

There was an accident on the freeway I couldn't make it home fast enough I better get home its getting late But the off ramp was closed Parked in a parking lot at a market Said I'd be home in 35 or so Wishing in a genie bottle that I could stay Unfortunately I gotta get home Traffic is your nickname I use it as an excuse White lies are the only Thing that'll lead me to you (late at night) Too bad that traffic is bad Nothing to do about that So we'll kill the time away with love Move from the front to the back I have a feeling we'll loose track Of time we'll get carried to Place and time Where heaven is you The human race does Not exist with you Place and time We play the fool of rules When I play love to you Heaven is you I blame my absence on the traffic all day Couldn't help myself You may wonder every time why theres a delay Couldn't help ourselves Should I pull over to the side for a little assist Guess I could do it on my own if I need to But why when you're the one I could never resist Can't help myself Traffic is your nickname I use it as an excuse White lies are the only Thing that'll lead me to you (late at night) Too bad that traffic is bad Nothing to do about that So we'll kill the time away with love Move from the front to the back I have a feeling we'll loose track Of time get carried to Place and time Where heaven is you The human race does Not exist with you Place and time We play the fool of rules When I play love to you Heaven is you Place and time You and I Place and time When I play love to you Heaven is you You heaven is you You heaven is you You heaven is you heaven is You heaven is you You heaven is you