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 missing 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've been thinking a lot since I've 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
Riding 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've been thinking a lot since I've 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
Oh, the coast is clear
Oh, coast is clear
The coast is clear