As I drive along the ocean side,
I think of how it used to be,
Of just you and me.
Life seemed much simpler than,
The sky was blue, and not a cloud in the sky,
Along the ocean side.
But now the blue skies have turned gray,
And the clouds above, are pouring rain.
Things are changed, by the ocean side.
When will the sun come back?
When will the rain stop?
When will you be here again?
With me, along the ocean side.