Permanent Vacation
William Thomas Berry, Peter Lawrence Buck, Michael E. Mills, Michael Stipe
Gotta get away
Gotta get away
Gotta get away
(Chorus)
I'm on a permanent vacation
Nothing left to move
I want a revelation
Nothing left to prove
I could take it with me
Leave you all behind
I got some kind of feeling
Burnin' on my mind
Sleeping late in the morning
Stay out all night long
Every day is like the one before
I'm going wrong
(Chorus)
There's only one thing you can do
This I gotta do, oh, oh, oh, oh
I got nothing to win, nothing to lose
Nothing left to prove
One thing to do
Well, I'm on a permanent vacation
I'm on a permanent vacation
I'm on a permanent vacation
Permanent vacation