You say the weather in Atlanta, is foggy and gray
You're 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 in the warm wet sand
Take a second look at what we had
I've been thinking alot since I've been here
Past the neon lights and the LA 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 gost 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
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