Letras
Travel brochures on the floor, do you know what you're looking for?
You gotta get away, you gotta get away
Something's missing from your life
The ideal job, the perfect wife
You gotta get away, you gotta get away
This is our day in the sun, 'til the money runs out, money runs out
It's your way, every day you're moaning
Looking for heaven and postponing
Waiting 'til the day you're dead, retire to the sun instead
You don't know heaven lies right behind the eyes
Heaven, you're looking for heaven
This lesson that you gave your kids, just as your own parents did
Heaven rewards every father's son
It's high school psychology, you can't see wood for the trees
You gotta find a way, you gotta find a way
This is our day in the sun, 'til the money runs out, money runs out
It's your way, every day you're moaning
Looking for heaven and postponing
Waiting 'til the day you're dead, retire to the sun instead
You don't know heaven lies right behind the eyes
Heaven, you're looking for heaven
You're looking for heaven