You got the same old job,
And watch the same old television,
You've lost your big plans you made when you left school to follow the system,
You've got the same old car from the last few years and it's falling apart,
And now you're thinking about having kids,
And settling down for a fresh start
And we all want a house by the seaside,
And we all want a car that's a fast ride,
And we all want to live in the sunlight,
But we can have it all when we dream tonight,
But we just need to getaway,
Somewhere where there's sea and there's sand and there's sun
And there's drinks in our hands
You get the same old answers from the banks
Cause you're already drowning in debt,
Filling your bath tub with paperwork,
And sinking into regret,
You got the same old friends,
Who constantly laugh at your ambition
Knocking you back, and dragging you down,
Telling you to stop living in fiction.