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 been thinkin a lot since I been here
Past the neon lights and the LA haze Im a different man these days
So come on out the coast is clear

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 let you down
Young and naive I didnt know what Id found
But I do now and there aint a cloud in my mind
We could walk barefoot...
Yeah come on out the coast is clear
Oh oh oh the coast is clear oh oh oh the coast is