You come home from work with that look on your face I know that's not the place you wanted to be This little apartment's like a prison cell Sometimes it's a living hell for you and me I think we ought to get away We'll call in sick on Friday, hell it's only for a day And I'd like to make the most of a three day weekend out on the coast With you, either coast'll do Just as long as I'm with you I've never done anything I planned But I'd sure like walking hand in hand with you I want to see imprints of our feet But that's something this dirty old concrete just can't do I don't want to hear anymore I think they can mind that store alone And it's just an opinion of mine But I think you ought to mind your own