[Verse 1]
I've been digging through the sand
Filling my bucket up with things that might be gold
The skin on both my hands is rubbing raw and the numbness is the only thing between me and the cold
But I ain't going home until find something worthy of you
Washed up on the shore from somewhere out among the blue
I ain't lonely
I've got the beachcomber blues

[Verse 2]
I've been digging through the sand
Keeping my eyes out for a shine among the stones
The clouds are turning black, and I don't need to be a sailor to know how hard the west wind blows
But I ain't going home until I find something perfect for you
Worthy isn't good enough, only the best will do
I ain't lonely
I've got the beachcomber blues