Verse 1 Laura’s got her suitcase by the office door One foot out already, can’t take one meeting more Sunglasses on, out-of-office set If you need a fast reply, you ain’t getting it yet Pre-Chorus No “just checking in,” no “quick thing before you go” No “tiny little favor” dressed up in email tone She’s got a beach, a breeze, a drink, a plan And one polite reminder for every working man Chorus I’m going to Grand Cayman Island The most beautiful place on earth Blue water, white sand, sun on everything So don’t blow up my phone at work I’m going to Grand Cayman Island Where my worries wash out to sea And for this one week of peace and quiet Don’t fucking email me Verse 2 Trade the laptop blues for an ocean view No threads, no chains, no “following up” from you She’s living on island time, floating stress away If it’s not about a hammock, it can wait a day Pre-Chorus No budget panic, no last-minute plea No “can you take a look?” no “thoughts?” from me The world can keep on turning, but she is finally free And the message in the sand says very clearly Chorus I’m going to Grand Cayman Island The most beautiful place on earth Blue water, white sand, sun on everything So don’t blow up my phone at work I’m going to Grand Cayman Island Where my worries wash out to sea And for this one week of peace and quiet Don’t fucking email me Bridge You can save it for Monday You can circle back then You can mark it high priority And I still won’t jump in Cause Laura’s got a sunset A shoreline and a breeze And the only thing on her agenda Is doing absolutely nothing, please Final Chorus I’m going to Grand Cayman Island The most beautiful place on earth No deadlines, no chains, no fake emergencies Just a tan and a little relief I’m going to Grand Cayman Island Where my soul can finally breathe So be a team player, hold your questions And don’t fucking email me
