Vacation Songtext
von Attica Riots
Vacation Songtext
No I can′t just fly away
I can't even tell the days apart
Let the island clear your mind
And I′ll write distractions on a line
Oh it might be warm where you are
But it's cold as hell at home, let me tell ya
It's a rat race
And you′re saving to escape
Need a change of pace
You′re betting on vacation
Travel with your friends
Oh you're making
Money you can spend
Now you′re tasting
A life you've only dreamed
On vacation
You′re coming home broke and happy
No I can't just fly away
And I drag my feet worse every day
Let the island clear your mind
I′ll let distractions fill up mine
Oh it might be warm where you are
But every day's a storm, let me tell ya
It's a countdown
And you′re exing out the days
Time is slowing down
You′re waiting on vacation
Travel with your friends
Oh you're making
Money you can spend
Now you′re tasting
A life you've been dying for
You′re the poster child
Of travelling the world
No I can't just fly away
I can′t even tell the days apart
Let the island clear your mind
And I'll write distractions on a line
Oh it might be warm where you are
But it's cold as hell at home, let me tell ya
It′s a rat race
And you′re saving to escape
It's a countdown
And you′re exing out the days
It's a rat race
And you′re saving to escape
It's a countdown
You′re betting on vacation
Travel with your friends
Oh you're making
Money you can spend
Now you're tasting
A life you′ve only dreamed
On vacation
Coming home broke and happy
I can't even tell the days apart
Let the island clear your mind
And I′ll write distractions on a line
Oh it might be warm where you are
But it's cold as hell at home, let me tell ya
It's a rat race
And you′re saving to escape
Need a change of pace
You′re betting on vacation
Travel with your friends
Oh you're making
Money you can spend
Now you′re tasting
A life you've only dreamed
On vacation
You′re coming home broke and happy
No I can't just fly away
And I drag my feet worse every day
Let the island clear your mind
I′ll let distractions fill up mine
Oh it might be warm where you are
But every day's a storm, let me tell ya
It's a countdown
And you′re exing out the days
Time is slowing down
You′re waiting on vacation
Travel with your friends
Oh you're making
Money you can spend
Now you′re tasting
A life you've been dying for
You′re the poster child
Of travelling the world
No I can't just fly away
I can′t even tell the days apart
Let the island clear your mind
And I'll write distractions on a line
Oh it might be warm where you are
But it's cold as hell at home, let me tell ya
It′s a rat race
And you′re saving to escape
It's a countdown
And you′re exing out the days
It's a rat race
And you′re saving to escape
It's a countdown
You′re betting on vacation
Travel with your friends
Oh you're making
Money you can spend
Now you're tasting
A life you′ve only dreamed
On vacation
Coming home broke and happy
Writer(s): Dave Erickson, Anders Erickson, Bobby Desjarlais, Kyle Erickson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com