Standard (EADGBE)
From a week in paradise I got used to
Holdin' you close ev'ry night
As we come down from the clouds and touch the ground
You're squeezin' my hand so tight
But if paradise is behind us where we learned less is really more
And all we needed was each other
Then what the hell are we comin' back for
Chorus
Let's turn around and run
Back to the sea and the sun
Don't need much to have fun
Just some lotion and some rum
We can snorkel for free
Or make love on the beach
Lay around in the sun
Smartest thing we've ever done
Let's turn around and run
This pile of a city's so full of people
Buzzin' around like flies
All stressed out in their ev'ryday world
Dressed up in their suits and ties
Tryin' to achieve the next level
With a bonus they can buy a new car
Or a house where they keep their family
They think those things are who they are...
Chorus
We were suffering from a delusion
That we could leave all this behind
No choice but collect our baggage
Get ready for that 8 to 5 grind
As we lugged our way to the exit
I could see the question in her eyes
So I answered with a smile and I grabbed her hand
Last plane back to paradise
Chorus 2x
Lay around in the sun
Smartest thing we've ever done
Let's turn around and run!