Guam, Baby, Guam

I don't wanna be on the mainland
Don't wannabe be so landlocked
I can taste the waves, from my grave
Dug a thousand miles away from the dock
I'm tired of having to be responsible
Being distant from the beach is a crime
I'm clocking out for the rest of the week
I'm putting in some island time

I'm blocking out all of the sounds coming from my life
I'm burying myself in the sand
I'm shutting down anyone that is wanting me to work
You don't understand, don't understand
I'm gone, baby, gone

My bags are packed
I'm giving all my goodbyes
Regaling tales of sailing to my friends
But they know that they're all lies
I'm not going to leave the town
Maybe pretend that I'm really there
I'll just make a drink or two or three
And pass out in my recliner chair

I'm blocking out all of the sounds coming from my life
I'm burying myself in the sand
I'm shutting down anyone that is wanting me to work
You don't understand, don't understand
I'm gone, baby, gone



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Writer(s): Brian Komatz
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