Turn It Up Puerto Playa

Hey

(un, dos, tres)

You liked my story from the salt-stained overlook

Parked by the cliffside where the heavy timber shook Static on the

radio, but you don't turn it down Just staring at the dashboard,

looking for a sound While the silver letter on your wrist is

shining clear

A little 'M' that tells me I am second-best in here

And you turn it up

past polite

Breaking the silence of a tourist night

(sube, sube, sube)

Saltwater view,

saltwater view

Looking at the bay but I am looking at you

Saltwater view,

saltwater view

Another name is shining,

what am I to do

Two glasses on the wall of the scenic viewpoint stand Your phone

is on the dash,

right beside my hand You double-tapped the photo from the harbor yesterday

But now you look away,

you got nothing left to say With that initial bracelet catchin' all

the dashboard glow

I know I'm just the tourist,

and it's time for me to go

Saltwater view,

saltwater view

Looking at the bay but I am looking at you

Saltwater view,

saltwater view

Another name is shining,

what am I to do