In a dream, on a wave –
I could tunnel underground or I could float away…
From it all, on a holiday – bon voyage…
I wanna get away from what I know.

I could shoot into the sun.
I could be the bullets of a Gatling gun.
Disappear, another Dillinger on the run…
I wanna get away from everything and everyone.

We gotta get away from it all
We gotta get away from everything we´ve come to know
We gotta get gone – like a holiday, but for longer
Away from all the silly things that haunt us

I could explode…
Oh what I´d give to be a super nova.
Oh, if I could be blown to bits I would, yeah.

We gotta get away from it all
We gotta get away from everything we´ve come to know
We gotta get gone – like a holiday, but for longer
Away from all the silly things that haunt us

And when you run from it darling, baby,
Would you think about taking me?

We gotta get away from it all
We gotta get away from it all
We gotta get away from it all
We gotta get away from it all