I took a week off from work
Nobody knew it

I was there physically
Mentally I was somewhere else

I didn’t plan on going anywhere
My mind just kind of made the arrangements
And sent me on a vacation

My work piled up
and people would call

I would come back from the wherever I was
to answer the phone and
Tell them I was still working on it

They seemed satisfied

I felt guilty for blowing them off
But mind wouldn’t let me go back to work

Instead it sent me to paradise
For a little R&R;

I’m still on vacation right now
I suppose my mind will book my return flight
When it's ready

But for now I just lean back
Close my eyes and drift into
a magical realm of peacefulness
and solitude

Include the paycheck I get at the end to the week
And a little alcohol.
It’s a great vacation.