Player A - On the Beach

I and my better half have found escape
From all the appointments of this life
We knew just what we were needing
So we came south to old Floride and
It didn't take us long to find the white panhandle sands

On the beach
Unavailable by phone
On the beach
You can call but we're not home
No messages for us just an unending chorus
Of crashing waves and foam
Sitting so close
Daring the water to touch our toes

From Alys to Rosemary we ramble
No particular plan, no set agenda
We check in from time to time
With family and friends online
But otherwise you'll find us on the while panhandle sands

On the beach
Staring at the ocean blue
On the beach
Such a lovely day for two
No pressure before us just an unending chorus
Of crashing waves and foam
Sitting so close
Daring the water to touch our toes

So whenever we find it needed
We come down to old Floride and
Make a beeline to, the white panhandle sands

On the beach
Right where we were meant to be
On the beach
It's our favorite therapy
There's nothing else for us, like the unending chorus
Of crashing waves and foam
Sitting so close
Daring the water to touch our toes

Written by:
John Copeland

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