Plane lands and I look outside my window - what do I see?
a hot sun and a sandy beach yeah, I know - this is where I’m supposed to
be
Leave my problems in the plane, slip on my shades and I’m ok yeah yeah
Tank tops and flip flops walkin’ down the sidewalk - everywhere I go
everybody’s on their cell phone makin’ small talk - but I don’t wanna
know
what’s goin’ on out there, toss the phone and breathe the cool fresh air
(Chorus)
I’m gonna lay out by the ocean
gonna climb a palm tree
I wanna dance on the top of that mountain
like no one’s watchin’ me
I’m gonna be myself with nobody else there judgin’ me
They call it Liberty
Bare feet on the concrete yeah, that’s me - skippin’ through the sand
Funny how life seems so happy - with no predetermined plan
I gotta be somewhere, right here, right now, these moments are so rare
I would be alright if I never see another message on a screen
