[Verse 1] It's a sleepy little village The fog has rolled in Palm trees aren't swaying 'cause there is no wind It seems so serene on the outside From a hotel and a warm cup of chai There's flowers on porches and gulls in the air Women with Porsches, red ribbons in hair And the young men that watch them go by Have a dream of their own [Verse 2] There's Buffy and Skip in their Mercedes-Benz He dresses so hip, but she sees me and grins There's something alive on her inside That Skip can't quite touch anymore [Chorus] And the orange roofs that cover their lives Like crabs on the beaches they hide Where ocean blue waves beneath clouds of gray Places a mist in their eyes Like the curtains that cover their skies [Verse 3] A shopkeeper opens his door for his trade The marketplace bustles with bathing suit babes Children with parents in hand Are teaching supply and demand Young lovers dangle their feet from a pier An old man is singing songs I can't quite hear A vendor cries flowers for sale I wish that I could see a whale [Bridge] Tourists in pictures with white ocean spray They pose for hours to catch them that way As a blue ocean dream breaks in tan seafoam green Waves crash and swirl on the shore Compelling my heart to explore All the sounds that a seashell can store [Chorus] And the orange roofs that cover their lives Like crabs on the beaches they hide Where ocean blue waves beneath clouds of gray Places a mist in their eyes Like the curtains that cover their skies [Outro] It's a sleepy little village The fog has rolled in Guarding their lives from the tourists they tend Like tide pools teeming with life You'll know that the sea touched their lives By the beautiful mist in their eyes
