You say the weather in atlanta Is foggy and gray Your work gets harder everyday And your new boyfriend is holding on too tight I got a gig at the beach A room with a view The only thing missin' here is you Some fresh ocean breeze might ease your mind
Chorus We could walk barefoot through the warm wet sand Take a second look at what we had I been thinkin' a lot since I been here Past the neon lights and the l.a. haze I'm a different man these days So come on out, the coast is clear
I got a picture in my wallet from back in 91 That week we spent in the santa belle sun Ridin the wave of our love, those were good times But somewhere I got lost and let you down Young and naive I didn't know what I'd found But I do now and there ain't a cloud in my mind
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