A little tired of the city A little tired of you A little tired of the small sort of things That we never do A little tired of the grey skies A little tired of the rain Won't you take me away from here? Or maybe France or maybe Spain? And we'll sit by the blue skies And talk about missing the rain And we'll waste another evening Lying about the good old days A little tired of the city A little tired of you A little tired of the small sort of things That we never do A little tired of the grey skies A little tired of the rain Won't you take me away from here? Or maybe France or maybe Spain? And we'll sit by the blue skies And talk about missing the rain And we'll waste another evening Lying about the good old days And maybe I was wrong To say the good days are gone The roses are wilting As fast as the day is As fast as the day is long And we'll sit by the blue skies And talk about missing the rain And we'll waste another evening Lying about the good old days