D                             F#m 
You come home from work with that look on your face 
   G                    A                  D    F#m G A 
I know that's not the place you wanted to be 
       D                        F#m 
This little apartment's like a prison cell 
G                 A                      D      F#m G A 
Sometimes it's a living hell for you and me 
 

D  F#m      G            A 
I think we ought to get away 
       D               F#m              G          A 
We'll call in sick on Friday, hell it's only for a day 
D                F#m                G                 A 
And I'd like to make the most of a three day weekend out on the coast 
      D    F#m            G   A 
With you, either coast'll do 
G        A               D 
Just as long as I'm with you  
 
 
I've never done anything I planned 
But I'd sure like walking hand in hand with you 
I want to see imprints of our feet 
But that's something this dirty old concrete just can't do 
 
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I don't want to hear anymore 
I think they can mind that store alone 
And it's just an opinion of mine 
But I think you ought to mind your own 
 
(repeat chorus)