I was knocked out in the first round / Dead before I hit the ground

There she stands straddling the boardwalk / Pushing out from the beach into the sea ...

No more trying to merge with the mainstream / Let the mainstream merge with me.

This is the story of a love affair, of passion and despair, with that lazy crazy place.

Seeking some sort of spiritual explanation or answer to a very changed world.

The sounds at the fall of night / Made us feel all right / We were dancing in the moonlight / Like spirits in the night.

When scandal after scandal breaks in the news / And when this town can’t seem to shake those blues / I wonder why I still care.

I said Help me Doc, I got songwriters’ block, I just can’t find my inspiration ...