Well, the room was Mediterranean and the meaning was twofold

We got busted by your mother, though you're 29 years old

And the pictures wrapped in cellophane like sandwiches or stamps

Burned holes in my pockets and in the inseam of my pants

And your graduation date was in absentia today

And you wished you was there with ‘em, though you told him not to stay

And the redwoods and the oak trees and the double yellow lines

Although they're in perfect symmetry, they keep imperfect time

I don't mean no, I don't mean maybe

I'm in definitely, I'm indefinitely

I don't mean no, I don't mean maybe

I'm in definitely

I'm indefinitely

Well, the car was Japanese, perhaps Hungarian, and blue

And it followed you down Highway One, it kept almost out of view

And it symbolizes something, although you don't know what it is

Like the loneliness of longing for a future perfect kiss

I don't mean no, I don't mean maybe

I'm in definitely

I'm indefinitely

I don't mean no, I don't mean maybe

I'm in definitely

I'm indefinitely

Well the second hand's the first thing that you see when you wake up (I don’t mean no)

It rolls by in slow motion and you rub it for good luck (I don’t mean no)

Time is gonna tell your little secrets to me (I don’t mean no)

There's a frightened girl inside of you and I'm gonna set her free

I don't mean no, I don't mean maybe

I'm in definitely

I'm indefinitely

I don't mean no, I don't mean maybe

I'm in definitely

I'm indefinitely

I don't mean no, I don't mean maybe

I'm in definitely

I'm indefinitely