| 歌曲 | Beachcomber Blues - normal |
| 歌手 | Dolorean |
| 专辑 | You Can't Win |
| 作曲 : James | |
| Can't seem to find | |
| Anything to take my mind off you. | |
| There's too much open space, | |
| There's too much sand in my shoe. | |
| There is no saving grace, | |
| It's just these crashing waves of truth. | |
| It's just these beachcomber blues, | |
| It's just these beachcomber blues. | |
| I watch the weatherman, | |
| And I follow every pressure change. | |
| 'Cause when the change comes, | |
| My beach is filled with our debris. | |
| I walk this ocean shore, | |
| Don't know what I'm looking for, it's true. | |
| It's just these beachcomber blues, | |
| It's just these beachcomber blues. | |
| I walk this ocean shore, | |
| Don't know what I'm looking for, it's true. | |
| It's just these beachcomber blues, | |
| It's just these beachcomber blues. | |
| When the sun comes up, | |
| I step out and meet the day. | |
| I let the rising tide | |
| Rinse of this deadened motel haze. | |
| I'll never settle down, | |
| I guess I'm always passing through. | |
| It's just these beachcomber blues, | |
| It's just these beachcomber blues. |
| zuò qǔ : James | |
| Can' t seem to find | |
| Anything to take my mind off you. | |
| There' s too much open space, | |
| There' s too much sand in my shoe. | |
| There is no saving grace, | |
| It' s just these crashing waves of truth. | |
| It' s just these beachcomber blues, | |
| It' s just these beachcomber blues. | |
| I watch the weatherman, | |
| And I follow every pressure change. | |
| ' Cause when the change comes, | |
| My beach is filled with our debris. | |
| I walk this ocean shore, | |
| Don' t know what I' m looking for, it' s true. | |
| It' s just these beachcomber blues, | |
| It' s just these beachcomber blues. | |
| I walk this ocean shore, | |
| Don' t know what I' m looking for, it' s true. | |
| It' s just these beachcomber blues, | |
| It' s just these beachcomber blues. | |
| When the sun comes up, | |
| I step out and meet the day. | |
| I let the rising tide | |
| Rinse of this deadened motel haze. | |
| I' ll never settle down, | |
| I guess I' m always passing through. | |
| It' s just these beachcomber blues, | |
| It' s just these beachcomber blues. |