I can think of a million
places I'd rather be.
Lying on crystal sands
soaking up rays,
paying entry fees
to a Pirates game,
hugging you tightly,
or just chillin'
like a villain
listenin' to rock tunes.

And I can honestly tell you,
hidin' in camo,
lock and loaded
above the tree line
in a foxhole
ain't one of
them million places.