the palm trees sway and the seagulls fly

in santa monica

and on the one ten i begin to cry

in santa monica

lord don't make me go home

home where i'm always alone

i'm down on my knees begging you please

not santa monica

the waves do a samba and the trees can't dance

in santa monica

and as i pass by she returns my glance

in santa monica

only leaves in santa monica

i can get back what i lost

but losing myself is the cost

i won't ask for more

don't wash me ashore

in santa monica

don't you wanna go to the water

don't you want to sit in the sky

don't you want to go you and i

you tell me there's nothing but wealth and love

in santa monica

but i know that my life was hell above

in santa monica

but honey the past is behind

i'm grateful for the passage of time

i won't look behind

i won't change my mind this time

and i won't ask for more

just don't wash me ashore

in santa monica