Tropical Getaway
Carpooling in the Monday traffic jam,
Wondering what we are and who I am.
Since we’ve already raised a family,
Is there anything left just for you and me?
Seems each day is just like the one before.
Exactly what have we both been working for?
So many years lost from nine to five...
Making ends meet, but barely feeling alive.
I wanna find us some tropical getaway--
Somewhere lost where the locals play;
With fishing boats and mango trees,
And spicy scents carried on the breeze.
I wanna find us some island Shangri-La—
A quiet spot with no hoopla...
Some place where it’s easy to hide,
That can’t be found in a tourist guide.
I wanna find us some tropical paradise
Where nights are warm and folks are nice,
And green birds sing exotic melodies
While monkeys play high in coconut trees
We could lounge in that tropical paradise,
As bonfires spark like fireflies;
Watch lovers dance while steel drums play
Calypso tunes from dusk till day.
I wanna hold you close on an empty beach,
With a full moon just out of reach.
We could sneak behind a big sand dune
And celebrate another honeymoon.
Let’s forget about all the noisy mobs,
Grown-up kids, and annoying jobs,
And swing in a hammock made for two—
And snuggle close, just me and you.
(Chorus)
Bamboo torches and starry skies
Will be mirrored in your big brown eyes.
We’ll dance away each endless night,
Lost in love, with no dawn in sight.
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