The cabin wasn't far from the water's edge
We drank through the night, devoid of regrets
And as a tree-line licked silhouette
I held my glass to the moon and woke in her bed

The cabin wasn't far from the water's edge
We drove through the night but the rest I forget
Now this is what I call a holiday
Something that makes home seem a world away

And two more hours, only two more hours
And then it's six long months
And two more hours, only two more hours
And then it's six long months
I don't want to go to work today
But I'm here anyway
I don't want to go to work today

In the morning when we woke there was not a sound
So we were out of reach of the streetlights and towns
Now this is what I call a holiday
I stalked through the camp, to steal a fresh sleeping bag

The cabin wasn't far from the water's edge
We drank through the night, devoid of regrets
And as a tree-line licked silhouette
I held my glass to the moon, it's where I was best

And two more hours, only two more hours
And then it's six long months
And two more hours, only two more hours
And then it's six long months
I don't want to go to work today
But I'm here anyway
I don't want to go to work today

The cabin wasn't far from the water's edge
We drank through the nights, devoid of regrets
Now this is what I call a holiday...

And two more hours, only two more hours
And then it's six long months
And two more hours, only two more hours
And then it's six long months
I don't want to go to work today
But I'm here anyway
I don't want to go to work today


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