You bring the cedar wood and twine
The Pacific coast is looking fine
You kick the sand off of your shoes
We got nothing left for us to lose
Salty air and the gold in your eyes
Underneath those San Diego skies
Keep the fire burning bright and low
Watching all the white foam start to glow
Your acoustic guitar starts to ring
I can hear the way the shoreline sing
You play a chord that feels like a dare
With the ocean mist in your messy hair
You make a joke about the hotel price
While we sip on something cold and ice
The way you laugh is a sharp kind of art
A little bit of salt inside my heart
Salty air and the gold in your eyes
Underneath those San Diego skies
Keep the fire burning bright and low
Watching all the white foam start to glow
The pump organ hums a heavy beat
I can feel the rhythm in my feet
Slide the resonator down the line
Wait until the timing feels just fine
The bonfire sparks fly up to the blue
I am staring straight across at you
The tide is coming in to claim the land
I can feel the pressure in your hand
Salty air and the gold in your eyes
Underneath those San Diego skies
Keep the fire burning bright and low
Watching all the white foam start to glow
Salt spray gold on the coast
That is what I love most
(Yeah, just like that)
(Salt spray gold)
