You say the weather in Atlanta is foggy and gray
Your work gets harder everyday
And your new boyfriend is holding on too tightI 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 mindWe could walk barefoot through the warm wet sand
Take a second look at what we had
I've been thinkin' a lot since I've been herePast the neon lights and the L.A. haze
I'm a different man these days
So come on out, the coast is clearI got a picture in my wallet, back in '91
That week we spent in the Santa Belle Sun
Ridin' the wave of our love, those were good timesBut 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 mindWe could walk barefoot through the warm wet sand
Take a second look at what we had
I've been thinkin' a lot since I've been herePast the neon lights and the L.A. haze
I'm a different man these days
So come on out, the coast is clearYeah, come on out, the coast is clear
Woah, the coast is clearWoah, the coast is clear
The coast is clear