words and music by bruce mowat

ęcopyright 2001 bruce mowat



I get up but I get to work late
Cause those mornings I just can't seem to make
and got a job I just can't take, for another day
I get home and I'll lay down in bed 
Somewhere just to lay down my head
And think of what I could be instead...
If I had my way

Gotta get myself away now
Take a trip real soon. 
Be relax'n with dark black shades on
Not gettin' up till noon.

Every-time I get home late.
I sit down and I look at my plate.
I guess she didn't want to wait.... she wouldn't say.

Gotta get myself away now
Take a trip real soon.
Be relax'n with dark black shades on
Not gettin' up till noon.


Gotta get myself away now
Take a trip real soon.
Be relax'n with dark black shades on
Not gettin' up till noon.


My car won't star in the rain
Washed my clothes, now they don't look the same
Someone keeps on calling my name
I don't know who.

Gotta get myself away now
Take a trip real soon.
Be relax'n with dark black shades on
Not gettin' up till noon.

 

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