Pedasí Heat Waves

(ahhhh) (mmm-hmm) Left the heavy crowd,

packed the oldest bag

Told them all I'm dropping out,

tore up the paper map

Now the dusty road is leading down to Pedasí

Just a tiny dot along the coast,

where I can finally breathe

Under the Panamanian sun,

the clock just melts away

(away) We

dropped out of the race,

we're making plans to stay No more crowded concrete lanes,

just the sand beneath our feet

In the sleepy summer haze,

down in Pedasí

Local fishermen are pushing out past the break

I'm sitting on the porch,

forgetting every mistake

Let the system spin its gears,

I have found my quiet place

With the saltwater breeze washing over my face (yeah)

Under the Panamanian sun,

the clock just melts away (away)

We dropped out of the race,

we're making plans to stay No more crowded concrete lanes,

just the sand beneath our feet

In the sleepy summer haze,

down in Pedasí

Just the sand beneath our feet...

In Pedasí... (mmm-hmm)