At times feels accidental
Just way too coincidental
I'm gone again
So I can go on and on
I get that continental urge
Sit back on a sentimental verge
Of feeling good or bad when
I'm home again
But I don't belong no home
You don't have to ask
I can be your fool and
Laying on the grass is all we do
You don't have to step aside
I'll get to you first
Shoot me with a tranquilliser
I'll laugh with you
Don't tell me how to love you, right
Floating on the pool is all we do
