Lyrics

Every morning,heading right down for the bay
Gotta find something,take all the blue days away
Then I turned to see, what I could not believe
And as I turned to her she said...

Chances are something, something we'll just have to see
Look past the shoreline, look past the ships on the sea
Then I turned to see, what I could not believe
And as I turned to her I said

She's commin up empty
She's commin up empty
She's commin up empty this time around