Sand Between My Toes

Sand between my toes (oh-oh)
nowhere I gotta be.
Sand between my toes (oh-oh)
just the sun and the sea.

Kicked off my shoes at the top of the lane,
left my worries with the nine-to-five chain.
Cooler full of ice and the radio low,
toes in the water, taking it slow.
No email pinging, no boss to call,
just the tide coming in and the seagulls bawl.
A coconut open and a paper straw —
best kind of nothing that I ever saw.

Let the week melt in the afternoon light —
not a single thing I gotta get right.
Wherever the warm little breeze it goes,
right here with the sand between my toes.

Sand between my toes, sun on my face,
whole wide ocean, slow-down pace.
Let the worries wash away with the tide —
sand between my toes, I'm satisfied.

Toes, toes. (cool and slow)
Toes, toes. (that's how it goes)
Nowhere to run and nothing to prove.

The kids build a castle that the sea take back,
somebody's grandpa in a fold-out chair.
Auntie with a fan and a big straw hat,
the whole beach easy, imagine that.
Somebody's speaker playing something sweet,
cooler on the sand by the folding seat.
No hurry in the sunshine, no rush in the wave —
just a little bit of freedom that a Sunday gave.

Wherever the warm little breeze it goes,
right here with the sand between my toes.

Sand between my toes, sun on my face,
whole wide ocean, slow-down pace.
Let the worries wash away with the tide —
sand between my toes, I'm satisfied.

Monday gonna come with its collar and tie,
but right now the only clock is the lazy sky.
So I bottle up this afternoon before it close
and I keep the sand forever between my toes.

Toes, toes, sand between my toes
Let the tide come in and the palm trees lean, (ease it down)
coolest little nothing that I ever seen.

Sand between my toes, sun on my face,
whole wide ocean, slow-down pace.
let the cooler empty and the day run long —
sand between my toes, and a lazy song.

Sand between my toes (oh-oh)
nowhere I gotta be.
Just the sun and the sea.