You say the weather in Atlanta

Is foggy and gray

Your work gets harder everyday

And your new boyfriend is holdin' 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



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 nights 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 I 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



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 nights and the L.A haze

I'm a different man these days

So come on out, the coast is clear

Yeah come on out, the coast is clear

Oooh, the coast is clear

Oooh, coast is clear

The coast is clear