The Coast Is Clear

You say the weather in Atlanta, is foggy and gray
Youre 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 missing here is you
Some fresh ocean breeze might ease your mind
We could walk barefoot in the warm wet sand
Take a second look at what we had
Ive been thinking a lot since Ive been here
Pass the neon lights and the LA haze
Im 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
Ridnin the wave of our love
Those were good times
But somewhere gost lost, And I let you down
Young and naive I didnt know what Id found
But do now and there aint a doubt in my mind
We could walk barefoot in the warm wet sand
Take a second look at what we had
Ive been thinking a lot since Ive been here
Pass the neon lights and the LA haze
Im a different man these days
So come on out
The coast is clear
Yet come on out
The coast is clear