Colombia - Jan Hammer

I’m tired of the rental car you drive

I’m tired of the waitress job I got

I’m tired of the cold, cold looks of strangers in the cityI’m tired of the same

old circumstances

Tired of my sex life, tired of romancing

I could appreciate havin' my skin crawl for a changeIt isn’t you who makes my

mind tick like a clock all day and night

Let’s get away a whilePack your bags, let’s go to Colombia

Take the day off work

Boy, I know you got a lot on your mind

But we don’t need no holidayPack your bags, let’s go to Peru, yeah

We could make a million excuses

Got a lot to do tomorrow

If I don’t make it, it’s okay, yeahI’m tired of stayin' up so damn late

Starin' at the laptop screen I fade away

To some unseen extraordinary place

Where I feel the wind between my thighs, under my dress

And I’m on fire and it pulls me underBut it isn’t you who makes my mind tick

like a clock all day and night

Let’s get away a whilePack your bags, let’s go to Colombia

Take the day off work

Boy, I know you got a lot on your mind

But we don’t need no holidayPack your bags, let’s go to Peru, yeah

We could make a million excuses

Got a lot to do tomorrow

If I don’t make it, it’s okay 'cause we don’t need no holiday, yeah