I've been seeing the same old things,
And I've been hearing you saying some things that you don't mean.
Everyone needs a sunday some days, everyone needs to take some time away.
So come on home from the front lines, baby,
You know you've done more than your time there was supposed to have been.
A little time out could turn your head 'round,
A little time out could lift us our of the mess we're in.
And down by the beach there's a small cafe,
Where we'll hang on for Joan and drink Bonet all day.
So come on over to St. Feliu 'cause it's somewhere I've been and I want to take you there.
You know that waking up to the daily blues from
Waking up to the daily news ain't nothing strange.
Everyone gets to feeling weak,
But if everyone gets to take a week and change their pace...
You travel west 'til you hit Girona, I'll travel east out of Barcelona,
And I'll meet you halfway.
One day and night on La Costa Brava, we'll forget the fright,
And remember why we want to be brave,
(and that there's something to save)
Like down by the beach there's a veg cafe,
Where we'll meet Lolo and Pablo and drink Moritz all day.
So come on over to St. Feliu 'cause it's somewhere I've been and I want to take you there.
We'll meet Berta, and Daniel, and Remy, Celine, and Mike, Adriana, Padi, and Aziz,
And Maurix, Maria, and Laura, Tule,
And Sherry and Pau, Jodie, and Paul,
I hope Neil is OK...