The cabin wasn't far from the water's edge   We drank through the night, devoid of regrets   And as a tree-line licked silhouette   I held my glass to the moon and woke in her bed      The cabin wasn't far from the water's edge   We drove through the night but the rest I forget   Now this is what I call a holiday   Something that makes home seem a world away      And two more hours, only two more hours   And then it's six long months   And two more hours, only two more hours   And then it's six long months   I don't want to go to work today   But I'm here anyway   I don't want to go to work today      In the morning when we woke there was not a sound   So we were out of reach of the streetlights and towns   Now this is what I call a holiday   I stalked through the camp, to steal a fresh sleeping bag      The cabin wasn't far from the water's edge   We drank through the night, devoid of regrets   And as a tree-line licked silhouette   I held my glass to the moon, it's where I was best      And two more hours, only two more hours   And then it's six long months   And two more hours, only two more hours   And then it's six long months   I don't want to go to work today   But I'm here anyway   I don't want to go to work today      The cabin wasn't far from the water's edge   We drank through the nights, devoid of regrets   Now this is what I call a holiday...      And two more hours, only two more hours   And then it's six long months   And two more hours, only two more hours   And then it's six long months   I don't want to go to work today   But I'm here anyway   I don't want to go to work today