Texty: Brenn Hill. What A Man's Got To Do. Sweetwater Beach.

Hot summer sun, rickies and lime
Cool water wind passin' like time
Runnin' down off the snow-capped mountain peaks
Rollin' like waves on the shores of Sweetwater Beach

Indian Summer days runnin' from school
A green-eyed angel and a reckless fool
The taste of her lips and the sun on her cheeks
Were sweet as my memories of Sweetwater Beach

But I can't go back and I can't be still
I loved her then and I always will
I close my eyes and it's just out of reach
Like the love we made on Sweetwater Beach

When you're seventeen you've got nothin' to lose
Just freedom to run and freedom to choose
And lessons that only love can teach
Siftin' like sand on Sweetwater Beach

But I can't go back and I can't be still
I loved her then and I always will
I close my eyes and it's just out of reach
Like the love we made on Sweetwater Beach

Innocence drifted on the soft warm breeze
Now it's just a memory

There's a blue lake shinin' in my dreams tonight
Green eyes sparkle in the gold moonlight
And two young lovers run wild and free
Where the whitecaps break on Sweetwater Beach

But I can't go back and I can't be still
I loved her then and I always will
I close my eyes and it's just out of reach
Like the love that we made on Sweetwater Beach
The love we made on Sweetwater Beach
Sweetwater Beach
Sweetwater Beach
Sweetwater Beach
Sweetwater Beach