You say the weather in Atlanta
Is foggy and gray
Your work gets harder everyday
And your new boyfriend is holdin' on too tight
I 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 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 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
Ridin' 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 been thinkin' a lot since I 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
Oooh, the coast is clear
Oooh, coast is clear
The coast is clear