Looking out over the ocean
The clouds hang on the horizon
Looking to a far away shore
I see the snow topped mountain

Out on the beach, people laughing
Fooling around in the surf
Try to catch a perfect wave
They've found Heaven on Earth

Looking over the golden sand
It's washed by the perfect blue
The Sun hangs high in the Southern sky
And it's all for me and you

Music drifting on the evening air
A cool jazz, latin sound
As I drink from my ice cold beer
This could be paradise found

When you feel down
Come on out
You'll never drown on the West Coast
Lift yourself high
Come on try
The Spirit flies on the West Coast

On the West Coast
California
Summer of '67


© 2000 Dan Russell / Apricot Armpit Music