Why don't we get away to the ocean There's no sweeter potion for love, dear We'll dig for clams and Scribble each other's name in the sand I know a little shack with a back porch Up in the mountains where fireflies Usher evening in We'll wonder where all those stars have been Life here in town Has gone and worn us down It's time we got ourselves Some tickets out of Frownsville I see us by a lake in a cabin That just so happens to come with A boat for two Paddle ourselves a rendez-vous Let's go We'll find a new place A perfect me-and-you place Let's get a little plot in a spot That could have been painted by Rockwell We'll plant some peas and Sleep until anytime we please Figure out how to climb the trees Get reacquainted with the breeze Oh follow our sweetest reveries