They had moved down here and you came down too
Where the surf's always wild and the skies are blue
Got my blood pressure measured down in Pahokee
One sixty-five over one twenty-three
And the lights are low over Pompano Beach tonight
And one light is flickering out for the last time

Coconuts growing in the coconut tree
Surf and turf and sand and sea
Down here in the wreckage, just us three
Him and you, you and me
And the lights are low over Pompano Beach tonight
And one light is flickering out
Out for the last time