When I was very young, I met a girl by the Intercoastal Waterway in Ft. Lauderdale, a Canadian named Cheyenne, and she inspired this little beach song.
Guess I thought I'd seen it, been everywhere
Wrecked romance, rejections; I've had my share
Counting cold courtships
Expecting nothing more
Never thought I'd meet
Cheyenne by the shore
I don't want to hand her clichés
Let her know its for real
Only hope to spend a few days
Try to show her how I feel
Lonely, lost, unlucky; the lot of my days
'Til chance encountered the grace of her ways
As I get to know her
And feel her close to me
I'm thrilled to touch
Cheyenne by the sea