| Lyrics：Gerry Beckley Music：Gerry Beckley | |
| I drive to the coastline | |
| Looking for visual pleasures to catch my eye | |
| The sun turns around hits me on the shoulder | |
| I fly away | |
| Due to the situation this morning | |
| All in the world's OK | |
| I head down Sunset north to Santa Barbara | |
| We sail away | |
| I could live in the walls of a prison | |
| Where the warm summer winds would never blow | |
| Then again, think of what I'd be missing (as to the other side) | |
| And how some do it I'll never know, I'll never know | |
| I must have spent a lifetime as a sailor | |
| Sailin' the ocean blue | |
| But every single waterway leads to you | |
| To you | |
| I could live in the walls of a prison | |
| Where the warm summer winds would never blow | |
| Then again, think of what I'd be missing (as to the other side) | |
| And how some do it I'll never know, I'll never know | |
| I'm headin' out over an ocean of blue | |
| The trailin' wake far behind | |
| Won't turn me down | |
| And it won't turn me around | |
| I could live in the walls of a prison | |
| Where the warm summer winds would never blow | |
| Then again, think of what I'd be missing (as to the other side) | |
| And how some do it I'll never know, I'll never know |
| Lyrics: Gerry Beckley Music: Gerry Beckley | |
| I drive to the coastline | |
| Looking for visual pleasures to catch my eye | |
| The sun turns around hits me on the shoulder | |
| I fly away | |
| Due to the situation this morning | |
| All in the world' s OK | |
| I head down Sunset north to Santa Barbara | |
| We sail away | |
| I could live in the walls of a prison | |
| Where the warm summer winds would never blow | |
| Then again, think of what I' d be missing as to the other side | |
| And how some do it I' ll never know, I' ll never know | |
| I must have spent a lifetime as a sailor | |
| Sailin' the ocean blue | |
| But every single waterway leads to you | |
| To you | |
| I could live in the walls of a prison | |
| Where the warm summer winds would never blow | |
| Then again, think of what I' d be missing as to the other side | |
| And how some do it I' ll never know, I' ll never know | |
| I' m headin' out over an ocean of blue | |
| The trailin' wake far behind | |
| Won' t turn me down | |
| And it won' t turn me around | |
| I could live in the walls of a prison | |
| Where the warm summer winds would never blow | |
| Then again, think of what I' d be missing as to the other side | |
| And how some do it I' ll never know, I' ll never know |
| Lyrics: Gerry Beckley Music: Gerry Beckley | |
| I drive to the coastline | |
| Looking for visual pleasures to catch my eye | |
| The sun turns around hits me on the shoulder | |
| I fly away | |
| Due to the situation this morning | |
| All in the world' s OK | |
| I head down Sunset north to Santa Barbara | |
| We sail away | |
| I could live in the walls of a prison | |
| Where the warm summer winds would never blow | |
| Then again, think of what I' d be missing as to the other side | |
| And how some do it I' ll never know, I' ll never know | |
| I must have spent a lifetime as a sailor | |
| Sailin' the ocean blue | |
| But every single waterway leads to you | |
| To you | |
| I could live in the walls of a prison | |
| Where the warm summer winds would never blow | |
| Then again, think of what I' d be missing as to the other side | |
| And how some do it I' ll never know, I' ll never know | |
| I' m headin' out over an ocean of blue | |
| The trailin' wake far behind | |
| Won' t turn me down | |
| And it won' t turn me around | |
| I could live in the walls of a prison | |
| Where the warm summer winds would never blow | |
| Then again, think of what I' d be missing as to the other side | |
| And how some do it I' ll never know, I' ll never know |
YouTube Results (More on YouTube)