Strand Surfer

[Verse] Jet black shades and a battery full, Slingshot soul down the coastal pull. P V's breath, I’m breakin’ free, Headphones blastin’ out my apathy. Past Hermosa — wind in my chest, Dodgin’ strollers, dogs, and debt. Life’s too loud and the rent’s too high, So I ride this line ’til the current dies. [Chorus] Strand Surfer, I don’t look back, Wheel to the sun on a concrete track. No more screens and no more noise, Just sea salt lungs and a wave of choice. I’m gone — past Venice, past fear, Out where the haze and the mind get clear. Pedals spin like the thoughts I shed, Riding this line ’til the silence spreads. [Verse] Wheels cut curves like a vinyl groove, City behind me I no longer prove. Skaters fly and lifeguards yawn, Another day breaks and I’m already gone. Can’t outrun time but I’ll outride pain, Chasin’ peace in the passing lane. Every mile’s a breath I reclaim, Lost in the wind but I’m finding my name. [Chorus] Strand Surfer, I don’t look back, Wheel to the sun on a concrete track. No more screens and no more noise, Just sea salt lungs and a wave of choice. I’m gone — past Venice, past fear, Out where the haze and the mind get clear. Pedals spin like the thoughts I shed, Riding this line ’til the silence spreads. [Verse] Santa Monica fades in the rearview breeze, Shadows stretch long with the sun on its knees. Thoughts slow down like the tide at night, Truth rolls in under sodium light. No calls, no clocks, no urge to reply, Just the hum of the wheel and the whispering sky. What am I chasin’? What did I flee? Maybe out here, I remember me. [Chorus] Strand Surfer, I don’t look back, Wheel to the sun on a concrete track. No more screens and no more noise, Just sea salt lungs and a wave of choice. I’m gone — past Venice, past fear, Out where the haze and the mind get clear. Pedals spin like the thoughts I shed, Riding this line ’til the silence spreads. [Outro] Coastline wide and the silence kind, I left the noise, but not my mind. Drift with the swell, breathe with the shore, Not lost — just not who I was before. Streetlights flicker like old regrets, But the ocean don’t hold no secrets. I’m not home, but I’m close enough, Riding the edge where life gets tough — and soft again.