Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Nichols
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Troy Johnson
Composer
Scott Lindsey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Haag
Producer
Lyrics
First Class Seat, Glass of Wine
Long overdue, vacation time
Carolina beach town getaway
A high-rise condo with a view
Takes her key, leaves her shoes
Walks along the sunset as it fades
Cause there aint nothing like the ocean
When you need more than room to breathe
Just let those waves come crashing in
Say goodbye to what might have been
And wash away a memory
Pick up truck, eight hour drive
What he left he left behind
As he pulled right up to the shore
Lonely beach, perfect spot
Six pack of beer he popped the top
Yeah, that's all he came out here for
Cause there aint nothing like the ocean
When you need more than room to breathe
Just let those waves come crashing in
Say goodbye to what might have been
And wash away a memory
Just like the moon pulls on the tide
Sometimes broken hearts collide
Cause there aint nothing like the ocean
When you need more than room to breathe
Just let those waves come crashing in
Say goodbye to what might have been
And wash away a memory
Just let go till you start all over again
And wash away a memory
Mmmm. mmmm
Writer(s): Scott Lindsey, Troy Johnson
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