The cabin wasn't far from the water's edgenWe drank through the night, devoid of regretsnAnd as a tree-line licked silhouettenI held my glass to the moon and woke in her bednnThe cabin wasn't far from the water's edgenWe drove through the night but the rest I forgetnNow this is what I call a holidaynSomething that makes home seem a world awaynnAnd two more hours, only two more hoursnAnd then it's six long monthsnAnd two more hours, only two more hoursnAnd then it's six long monthsnI don't want to go to work todaynBut I'm here anywaynI don't want to go to work todaynnIn the morning when we woke there was not a soundnSo we were out of reach of the streetlights and townsnNow this is what I call a holidaynI stalked through the camp, to steal a fresh sleeping bagnnThe cabin wasn't far from the water's edgenWe drank through the night, devoid of regretsnAnd as a tree-line licked silhouettenI held my glass to the moon, it's where I was bestnnAnd two more hours, only two more hoursnAnd then it's six long monthsnAnd two more hours, only two more hoursnAnd then it's six long monthsnI don't want to go to work todaynBut I'm here anywaynI don't want to go to work todaynnThe cabin wasn't far from the water's edgenWe drank through the nights, devoid of regretsnNow this is what I call a holiday...nnAnd two more hours, only two more hoursnAnd then it's six long monthsnAnd two more hours, only two more hoursnAnd then it's six long monthsnI don't want to go to work todaynBut I'm here anywaynI don't want to go to work today