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 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've been thinkin' a lot since I've been here Past the neon lights 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, 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've been thinkin' a lot since I've been here Past the neon lights 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 Woah, the coast is clear Woah, the coast is clear The coast is clear

I feel those days so close to me Pulling me home When I hold you so near to me again I'm coming home

I feel those days so close to me Calling me Home When i would hold you so near to me again I'm coming Home