Airplane Mode

Same old bars, same old songs,
Same old boys, and same old blah blah blah
I need a break, a recharge
Just one bag, and my old guitar

I wanna leave this small town Tennessee
Tour all the places that I’ve never seen
I bet you wanna come with me
Cause I’ll be…

Chilling on an island, getaway
Somewhere, far away
Toes in the sand
Margarita in my hand
Dancing on the bar with a local band
Could be London, or Paris
Don’t matter where it is
Got a one way ticket, anywhere I go
I’ll be good life livin’ on airplane mode

Got my head, in the clouds
Every day in a new time zone
I can find happy hour
When the sun’s coming up back home

Every time my phone starts blowing up on me
This is what my voicemail reads

Chilling on an island, getaway
Somewhere, far away
Toes in the sand
Margarita in my hand
Dancing on the bar with a local band
Could be London, or Paris
Don’t matter where it is
Got a one way ticket, anywhere I go
I’ll be good life livin’ on airplane mode

When the whole world starts getting way too loud
I close my eyes and drown it all out…

and I’m back on an..

Island, getaway
Somewhere, far away
Toes in the sand
Margarita in my hand
Dancing on the bar with a local band
Could be London, or Paris
Don’t matter where it is
Got a one way ticket, anywhere I go
I’ll be good life livin’ on airplane mode