Beach Comber

What you want is just outside your reach

You keep on searchin'

You're walkin' down that Pensacola beach

You keep repeatin'

While you're waiting for that sound

Apparatus to the ground

You're stealing from the lost and found

What you find ain't what you had in mind

Until you find your Rolex in the sand

You won't be stopping

Until that solid gold is in your hand

You won't be happy

Call your office on the phone

Say you won't be coming home

You fell into vacations on our own

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