Can't seem to find
Anything to take my mind off you.
There's too much open space
There's too much sand in my shoe.
There is no saving grace
It's just these crashing waves of truth.
It's just these beachcomber blues
It's just these beachcomber blues.
I watch the weatherman
And I follow every pressure change.
'Cause when the change comes
My beach is filled with our debris.
I walk this ocean shore
Don't know what I'm looking for it's true.
It's just these beachcomber blues
It's just these beachcomber blues.
I walk this ocean shore
Don't know what I'm looking for it's true.
It's just these beachcomber blues
It's just these beachcomber blues.
When the sun comes up
I step out and meet the day.
I let the rising tide
Rinse of this deadened motel haze.
I'll never settle down
I guess I'm always passing through.
It's just these beachcomber blues
It's just these beachcomber blues.
