i can t seem to find anything to take my mind off you there s too much open space there s too much sand in my shoe there is no saving grace it s just these crashing waves of truth it s just these beachcomber blues it s just these beachcomber blues i watch the weatherman and i follow every pressure change cause when the change comes my beach is filled with our debris i walk this ocean shore don t know what i m looking for it s true it s just these beachcomber blues it s just these beachcomber blues i walk this ocean shore don t know what i m looking for it s true it s just these beachcomber blues it s just these beachcomber blues when the sun comes up i step out and meet the day i let the rising tide rinse of this deadened motel haze i ll never settle down i guess i m always passing through it s just these beachcomber blues it s just these beachcomber blues