[Intro]
[Ocean wave crashes]
[Short whistle melody]
[Beat hits immediately]
Sun hot.
Feet bare.
Smoke in the air.
Yeah...
we good.
[Verse 1]
I left my shoes
somewhere by the chair,
don't even know
who brought them there.
Cold drink sweating
in my hand,
somebody laughing
near the sand.
Bass line moving
through the floor,
girl by the water
asking for more.
Nobody checking
what time it is.
Today got no business
being serious.
My phone been buzzing.
I turn it face down.
If it's important,
they can wait
till the sun goes down.
One friend dancing
like he lost his bones.
Another one singing
the wrong words loud.
Perfect.
That's the mood.
Nothing polished.
Nothing planned.
Just warm wind,
salt,
music,
and sand.
[Pre-Chorus]
One step left.
Two steps back.
Let the rhythm
fix your back.
Hands up high.
Head feel light.
We ain't rushing
nothing tonight.
[Chorus]
SALT ON MY SKIN,
SUN IN MY EYES,
SMOKE IN THE WIND,
WE FEELING ALRIGHT.
BASS TOO LOUD,
WAVES TOO CLOSE,
WHO CARES WHERE
TOMORROW GOES?
Salt on my skin.
Move with the tide.
Don't kill the vibe.
Don't kill the vibe.
If the whole world calls...
tell 'em
we outside.
[Verse 2]
Somebody brought
a little speaker,
but somehow
it sound like a festival.
Old reggae record,
new Afro drums,
everybody moving
different but together.
That's what I like.
Nobody teaching
nobody how to dance.
You just catch it.
Shoulders first.
Then hips.
Then suddenly
you forgot
you were tired.
My brother says:
“Life too short.”
I say:
“Bro,
you say that every Friday.”
He laughs.
Lights something.
Passes it away.
I watch the smoke
curl into the sunset.
Orange sky.
Purple edge.
One little cloud
over the water.
You couldn't plan this
if you tried.
[Chorus]
SALT ON MY SKIN,
SUN IN MY EYES,
SMOKE IN THE WIND,
WE FEELING ALRIGHT.
BASS TOO LOUD,
WAVES TOO CLOSE,
WHO CARES WHERE
TOMORROW GOES?
Salt on my skin.
Move with the tide.
Don't kill the vibe.
Don't kill the vibe.
If the whole world calls...
tell 'em
we outside.
[Dance Break]
[Steel drums]
[Reggae guitar chops]
[Vocal ad-libs]
Hey!
Easy!
Move!
Yeah!
[Verse 3]
Now the sun
half gone,
but nobody moving.
A girl starts dancing
with a towel on her shoulders
like it's some kind
of royal cape.
Everybody cheers.
She bows.
I nearly spill my drink.
Someone starts
another song.
Wrong key.
Doesn't matter.
Nobody came here
for perfection.
We came here
to remember
that being alive
can sometimes be
this simple.
Warm air.
Good people.
Sand everywhere.
Music hitting
your ribs.
And one evening
where nobody
has to become anything.
[Bridge]
[Beat strips to bass and guitar]
Take it easy...
but don't stand still.
Take it easy...
feel what you feel.
No tomorrow talk.
No heavy plans.
Just one more tune
and another dance.
[Final Chorus]
SALT ON MY SKIN,
SUN ALMOST GONE,
SMOKE IN THE WIND,
MUSIC STILL ON.
BASS STILL LOUD,
MOON COMING UP,
SOMEBODY SHOUT:
“TURN THAT ONE UP!”
Salt on my skin.
Move with the tide.
Don't kill the vibe.
Don't kill the vibe.
If tomorrow comes early...
let tomorrow wait outside.
[Outro]
[Whistle melody returns]
Someone asks:
“Who's got my shoes?”
...
Nobody answers.
Good.
