In an office on the seventh floor,
Oh, but you're lookin' out
The window and you're thinkin;
That there's somethin more.
But somethin' deep inside you cries:
Let's go to the great unknown,
Find the one that rolled away the stone.
Let's go to the foreign shore,
Like we never gave before.
Pack your bags and leave it all behind.
Through the middle of the parking lot
Give away the money that you've got.
Sayin somethin' ain't right
Find the one that rolled away the stone.
Let's go to the foreign shore,
Like we never gave before.
Pack your bags and leave it all behind.
What are you waiting for?