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!