Ticket To The Tropics - Tracy Huang

Here I’m sitting and it’s getting cold

The morning rain’s against my window pane

While the world it look so cold and gray

In my mind I drift away

Then I’m on my way to tropic island

You had always said I was a dreamer, you were right

Gotta find me a ticket to the tropics

Forget our love and leave this place behind me Gotta find me a ticket to the tropics

And thrill myself that I can live without your love

Here I’m sitting in the mid and blaze

Sun is shining on my face again

Think about the way it had to and

Now I’m sitting here along

And it’s not the way we were together

I want you to know I’m gonna miss you, miss you bad