Lyrics:

What you want is just outside your reach
You keep on searchin
Youre walking down that Pensacola beach
You keep repeatin

While youre waiting for that sound
Apparatus to the ground
Youre stealing from the lost and found
But what you find
Aint what you had in mind

Until you find your Rolex in the sand
You wont be stopping
Until that solid gold is in your hand
You'll be happy
Call your office on the phone
Say you wont be coming home
You fell into
Vacations on our own