Paranoia To Paradise


How can I get myself out of here?
I’ve got to make this my travel year
I find a travel agent on her dot com
And then I start to think, “Something’s wrong”
I try to book a flight on an aeroplane
Then I start to think, “That’s a touch insane”
I saw the airplane movies on a dvd
To die a fiery crash?  Not for me!


Help me get from paranoia to paradise
I see the travel magazines it looks so very nice
The islands they’re all lovely but I’ve got these landlocked blues
My fears won’t let me travel there’s disaster in the news
Oh, is there anyone out there to psychoanalyze
And help to find a way for me to get to paradise


So here I sit staring out my window
Got no palm trees, just a field of snow
I dial up once again on the internet
And then I start to shake as I break a sweat
Not a flight I book a cruise ship instead
Then I get a sense of swimming dread
I don’t think that a cruise ship’s gonna do the trick
I remember that one ship… Titanic!


Help me get from paranoia to paradise
I see the travel magazines it looks so very nice
The islands they’re all lovely but I’ve got these landlocked blues
My fears won’t let me travel there’s disaster in the news
Oh, is there anyone out there to psychoanalyze
And help to find a way for me to get to paradise


So I go to the bar to find the right liquor
Maybe they can mix a drink of island cure
Without a cure the city’s where I’ll have to stay
Then I see the cure looking, looking my way


Baby come with me tonight to paradise
You’re my cure for travel fears you look so very nice
The islands they’re all lovely but to you they can’t compare
Come on baby what you say you go with me down there
Baby there’s no need for you to psychoanalyze
Just say that you’ll come with me and get to paradise
Baby there’s no need for you to psychoanalyze
Just say that you’ll come with me and get to paradise