Once upon a long, long time ago
lived a man I used to know.
He lived alone,
a man of stone.
The beach was his kingdom and home.
He never looted, polluted,
had or persecuted.
Just roamed alone in the sand.
Beachcomber, got to be a long, long,
long man in a modern world.
I feared you, I feared you, I could even be you.
I know you so well, know you so well.
I knew him well, he used to tell.
Of people that let him down.
Deprived him of ambition,
increased his inhibition.
He stumbled but never fell down.
So he walks into the sunset, where
the sea breathes and the sand let the
world around him slowly slip away.
Yeah!
Beachcomber,
got
to be a long,
long, long man in a modern world.
I see you, I feel you, I
could even be you.
I know you so well, know you so well.
You'll still be there, you'll see
we'd head.
Low and free, let in the evening sky.
Watching the waves break, waiting for daybreak.
The night air carries us side.