[00:18.73]They say there’s wreckage washing up
[00:22.93]all along the coast
[00:25.80]No one seems to know too much
[00:31.09]Of who got hit the most
[00:34.69]Nothing has been spoken
[00:38.49]There’s not a lot to see
[00:40.69]But something has been broken
[00:44.95]that’s how it feels to me
[00:49.82]We had a harmony
[00:53.46]I never meant to spoil
[00:55.94]Now it's lying in the water
[01:01.06]Like a slick of oil
[01:04.72]The tide is running out to sea
[01:08.60]Under a darkening sky
[01:11.16]The night is falling down on me
[01:16.01]And I‘m thinking that I should
[01:18.63]Head on home（Head on home）
[01:22.46]Been gone too long（gone too long）
[01:27.31]Leave my roaming
[01:31.82]Beachcombing
[01:49.60]Little wild kitten out hunting
[01:52.89]To see what he can get
[01:55.91]You’re in a big city now
[02:00.26]won’t stop growing yet
[02:04.68]The sun is going down smoking
[02:08.42]A flaming testament
[02:11.11]Something has been broken
[02:15.07]And it feels permanent
[02:19.74]Little seabird flying
[02:23.41]He knows where he wants to go
[02:25.91]Guess i ought to pack my stuff
[02:30.45]And do the thing I know
[02:35.01]I turn around and head on back
[02:38.54]Along the old sea wall
[02:40.89]I felt something give and crack
[02:45.97]And now I’m sorry that’s all
[02:48.73]Head on home（Head on home）
[02:52.50]Been gone too long（gone too long）
[02:57.04]Leave my roaming
[03:01.90]Beachcombing
[03:20.66]Ohh~ohh
[03:35.53]Yeah~
[03:45.46]Ohh~

They say there’s wreckage washing up
all along the coast
No one seems to know too much
Of who got hit the most
Nothing has been spoken
There’s not a lot to see
But something has been broken
that’s how it feels to me
We had a harmony
I never meant to spoil
Now it's lying in the water
Like a slick of oil
The tide is running out to sea
Under a darkening sky
The night is falling down on me
And I‘m thinking that I should
Head on home（Head on home）
Been gone too long（gone too long）
Leave my roaming
Beachcombing
Little wild kitten out hunting
To see what he can get
You’re in a big city now
won’t stop growing yet
The sun is going down smoking
A flaming testament
Something has been broken
And it feels permanent
Little seabird flying
He knows where he wants to go
Guess i ought to pack my stuff
And do the thing I know
I turn around and head on back
Along the old sea wall
I felt something give and crack
And now I’m sorry that’s all
Head on home（Head on home）
Been gone too long（gone too long）
Leave my roaming
Beachcombing
Ohh~ohh
Yeah~
Ohh~