We used to go down to the beach at night, Fireflies dancing in the promenade lights, Oh those rock �n roll bands used to really swing, And I�d do the foxtrot with sweet Christine, She�d speak to me with her gentle hands, And we�d fly on down to Wonderland;
[Deep Water, I�m caught up in it�s flow, If I�m in over my head, I�d be the last to know � Deep Water.]
They closed down the doors of the Trocadero, And I came back looking just like a ghost, The posters are scattered all over the stairs, Nobody reads them so nobody cares, The kids all retired when they reached twenty-one, But that really just ain�t my idea of fun.
[Deep Water, I�m caught up in it�s flow, If I�m in over my head, I�d be the last to know � Deep Water.]
Sitting out on the Palm Beach Road, I�m so drunk and the car won�t go, And my crazy eyes keep looking out to sea, The Sunday drivers are cruising round, I wish they�d all go back to town, What do they expect to find, Sure as hell ain�t peace of mind.