London Rain on my window, I don’t care where we’re gonna go, I’m good with you.
I’ve been living at 85, slow it down get me out my mind the way you do.
Got some trouble, gotta get away from it.
Baby girl you’re my meditation.
Let the hours fly by, in a grey paradise.
I don’t mind sitting in traffic, long as I’m riding with you.
Friday, Rye Lane Magic, we can just cruise…all afternoon.
Sunshine spills out the stereo, this idle world is drenched in Gold, my worries in the rear view…
And I know that you’re the only reason why…
…it’s like I’m chilling in my Living Room.
Got some trouble, gotta get away from it.
Baby girl you’re my meditation.
Let the hours fly by, in a grey paradise.
I don’t mind sitting in traffic, long as I’m riding with you.
Friday, Rye Lane Magic, we can just cruise…all afternoon.
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm, mmm
I don’t mind sitting in traffic, long as I’m riding with you. Friday, Rye Lane Magic (Ohhh), I don’t mind sitting in traffic.
We can just cruise…all afternoon.