Testo di Beach Comber

What you want is just outside your reach You keep on searchin' You're walking 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 But 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 We fell into vacations on our own