Cults
3000 Miles
I could be in California
Put me on an airplane
I'd take the A to the air train
But I'm sinking in the New York harbor
Just a stone's throw away
From the terminal at JFK

And I tried so hard to get next to you
A thousand times
That's what they call persistence
Sometimes, when you're too close
To something you cannot see
Keep your distance
Three thousand miles

Imagine me on the freeway
In a bumper-to-bumper jam
Moving at the speed of sand
Baby, we could do it your way
Say the word and I'll disappear
Rush out of the atmosphere

We'll meet underneath a palm tree
On fire, we'll be burning up
In late December
You won't even recognize me
I'll be so far gone
You won't even remember
Three thousand miles
Ain't far enough
'Cause everywhere I go
Your pheromones
Are reaching out to me
Born in captivity
And now I've been set free
Like a zoo animal in the wild west
No chance of survival
Three thousand miles

Picture me on the freeway
Moving at the speed of sand
Three thousand miles
In a bumper-to-bumper jam

Picture me on the freeway
Moving at the speed of sand
Three thousand miles
In a bumper-to-bumper jam