Panama Wavefade

(yeah) (mhhmmm) Traded the highway

for a dusty lane

Board on my shoulder,

letting go of the strain

Santa Catalina, where the tide feels right

Sleeping in a hammock

under Central American night

Catching waves at dawn,

Panama tide

Nothing but the salt and the open ride

(ooh-yeah) Small town, slow pace,

everything's clear

Local kids laughing,

running on the shore

I don't need the city

or the rush anymore

Just a simple wooden shack,

salt on the door

Padding out to the reef,

wanting nothing more

(one time) (yeah) Catching waves at dawn,

Panama tide

Nothing but the salt and the open ride

(ooh-yeah) Small town, slow pace,

everything's clear

Slow down... (mmhmmm)