| I’ve been thinking about the trouble | 
| We’ve got troubles, that’s not easy to hide | 
| It’s just a minor complication | 
| In relation to the natural kind | 
| I think it’s time to get away from here, away from here | 
| Leave all our troubles far behind | 
| Move to the country where the coast is clear, the coast is clear | 
| Someplace the sun will always shine | 
| And, we’ll be on our way, whoa | 
| In your arms to stay, whoa | 
| Leave it all behind, whoa | 
| There’s no need to second guess | 
| When our love’s put to the test we will find | 
| It’s just a minor complication | 
| In relation to the natural kind | 
| I think it’s time to get away from here, away from here | 
| Leave all our troubles far behind | 
| Head to the country where the coast is clear, the coast is clear | 
| Someplace the sun will always shine | 
| And, we’ll be on our way, whoa | 
| In your arms to stay, whoa | 
| Leave it all behind, whoa | 
| And, we’ll be on our way, whoa | 
| In your arms to stay, whoa | 
| And, we’ll be on our way, whoa | 
| Leave it all behind, whoa |