Atlantic Vacation

She's standing on the beach Where nobody knows her name She says tonight she'll skip the alumni b-ball game She's stressed from her career But she's never looking back Yet she's still got a flip phone and a Joan Jett 8-track She's hanging onto something But tells the world she's not She opens up her yearbook and Claims that she forgot You won't catch her red-handed having any fun Invite her to the show but she'll say those days are done Behind the scenes, we all know, she's not the only one Planning her retirement when her life has just begun What's it like to live alone Without a roommate or a pet She tells me that it hasn't really gotten to her yet She writes inside her notes Then she tucks them out of sight Plans her spring vacation and discreetly boards her flight Right away she makes a point to close the cabin windows Asks the flight attendant for a couple extra pillows She's exhausted You won't catch her red-handed having any fun Invite her to the show but she'll say those days are done Behind the scenes, we all know, she's not the only one Planning her retirement when her life has just begun She stands out on the balcony of her vacation home She screams to the Atlantic She's feeling so alone She wants to feel alive again She wants a little fun She wants to feel human But she can't tell anyone So she gave up on the image and now she's having fun Her shoes are getting sandy while she's dancing in the sun Now she's feeling human, asking why she'd ever run Cuz she tried to find to success, now here journey's finally done Finally done Where is she going and why does she hide? Finally done All the dark emotions are burning deep inside Finally done Losing herself to a boring career Finally done She finally remembered what matters in the end Finally done