Songtext von Holiday From Yourself

So you've travelled the world But you don't have the girl Gibraltar to Malta, maybe to Spain Verona, Nebraska, it's all in vain 'Cause there's no holiday from yourself You're who you are and no one else And it's just hell, but no hotel will ever help There's no understudy side of stage You're the only actor in this play Face the facts: Hot white sand can't bring her back She'll always be the best I had Good morning to California Good evening, Louisiana I used to have a perfect love We'd talk until our lips fell off Now there's no holiday from yourself You're who you are and no one else And it's just hell, but no hotel will ever help There's no understudy side of stage You're the only actor in this play Face the facts: Hot white sand can't change the past She'll always be the best I had Palm trees, warm breeze, Capri Won't bring her back Palm trees, warm breeze, Capri (warm breeze) Won't bring her back Palm trees, warm breeze, Capri (palm trees, Capri) Won't bring her back Palm trees, warm breeze, Capri (palm trees, Capri) Won't bring her back