Meet in the Middle (From "Flora and Son")

Get in my car, I'll drive you through the canyon

breathe in Topanga for the day

And when we reach the ocean, and we can't go further west

we'll keep driving anyway

I'll take you down to Dollymount

And we'll fuck behind the dunes

I'll kiss your mouth all whiskey breath

and then I'll leave your heart in ruins

Maybe we should meet in the middle

Maybe we could find a little city no one knows

And if we just gave us a minute on our own

Maybe we could call it home

Forget the stars of Hollywood

or big old houses in Bel Air

I can introduce you to the angels of my city

but we'll find them anywhere

I'll drag you round town by your ear

Still wringing from the rain

I'll buy you chips and tea and beer

And then I'll crush your heart again

Maybe we should meet in the middle

Maybe we could find a little city no one knows

And if we just gave us a minute on our own

a minute on our own

Maybe we could call it home

Maybe we could call it home

Maybe we could call it home