I'm tired of the rental car you drive, I'm tired of the waitress job I got, I'm tired of the cold cold looks of strangers in the city, I'm tired of the same old circumstances,
I'm tired of my sex life, I'm tired of romancing, I could appreciate having my skin crawl for a change, and it isn't you who makes my mind tick like a clock all day and night, let's get away a while.
Pack your bags, let's go to Columbia, take the day off work, boy.
I know, yeah, I got a lot on your mind, but we don't need no holiday.
Pack your bags, let's go to Peru, yeah, we could make a million excuses.
I got a lot to do tomorrow, but I don't make it, it's okay.
Yeah, yeah.
I'm tired of staying up late, I'm tired of being together.





I'm so damn late, stand at the laptop screen
I fade away to some unseen extraordinary place
Where I feel the wind between my thighs under my dress
And I'm on fire, and it pulls me under
But it isn't you who makes my mind tick like a clock all day and night
Let's get away a while
Pack your bags, let's go to Columbia
Take the day off, what boy I know you
Got a lot on your mind
We don't need no holidays
Pack your bags, let's go to Columbia
We could make a million excuses
Got a lot to do tomorrow
But I don't make it, it's okay
Cause we don't need no holiday