In her dreams Pacific scenes, she's sunburned in her sandles
Where's the silver lining? I'm trying to find the bluebells in the bramble
The hemisphere you're nowhere near
is the one you wanna be in at this time of year
You tint the lens, you change the view

Don't you, don't you wanna be somewhere else
oh,
Don't you, don't you wanna be somewhere else
somewhere . . . . . .

In her dreams pacific scenes the pines the fur tree freeways
The windows down, the Puget Sound, she's driving with the DJ.
And heaven knows the other coast
is the one you tell yourself you love the most so you change the view
what will you take with you?

Don't you, wanna be somewhere else
oh
Don't you, don't you wanna be somewhere else

You are helped, you are held, by a great big hand
of the sun, you are loved, you are loved.

You are helped, you are held, by a great big hand
of the sun, you are loved, you are loved.

You are helped, you are held, by a great big hand
of the sun, you are loved, you are loved.