Carl Saff - Beach Comber lyrics

What you want is just outside your reach You keep on searching You're walking down that Pensacola Beach You keep repeating While you're waiting for that sound Apparatus to the ground You're stealin' from the lost and found And what you find Ain't what you had in mind Until to 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 a vacation hole