Every single morning 
I'd go through all my clothes 
I'd [bad word] my teeth [bad word] my hair 
And put on my Dad's cologne 
I'd leave the house real early 
And get to school on time 
I'd go and sit in homeroom class 
And ditch the place by 9 

We'd meet outside the churchyard 
Underneath the willow tree 
The place where we had carved our names 
And talkedabout our dreams 
We shared the same desite 
 [bad word] away from home 
To go and find a secret place 
Where we could be alone 

Somewhere in Jamaica 
Maybe in Brazil 
On top a little mountain 
Beside a grassy hill 
Somewhere in Djakarta 
Or a Polynesian Sea 
It really didn't matter where 
If she was there with me 

We went around in circles 
About our crazy plan 
And talked about our parents 
How they'd never understand 
But it really didn't matter 
We were takin' off from home 
We knew what we were looking for 
secret place where we could be alone 

Somewhere in Jamaica 
Maybe in Brazil 
On top a little mountain 
Beside a grassy hill 
Somewhere in Djakarta 
Or a Polynesian Sea 
Underneath a Waterfall 
Or a Euciplitus Tree 

Somewhere in Morroco 
Maybe in [bad word] 
In a Costa Rican Jungle 
Or in a small canoe 
Somewhere in Malaysia 
Or maybe Mosambeek 
It really didn't matter where 
If she was there with me 

Oh how we wished we were older 
Sailing through Montego bay 
Just like the Birds we would fly 
Fly to a place far away 

I wonder what she's doing 
Does she ever think of me 
And all the dreams that we once shared 
Beneath the Willow Tree