Chrome on the bumper reflects the blue
Ocean wind blowing a salty hue
Leather seats warm in the midday heat
Tires humming low on a coastal street
Hand on the wheel and the window down
Leaving the noise of the crowded town
Wait for the spark and the engine roar
Sailing away from the sandy shore
Ride in the turquoise light
Holding the moment tight
Rolling down the Malecón
Until the golden day is gone
White linen shirts and a steady pace
Sunlight painting a glow on your face
Pastel walls peeling in summer haze
Lost in a shimmering tropical maze
Hand on the wheel and the window down
Leaving the noise of the crowded town
Wait for the spark and the engine roar
Sailing away from the sandy shore
Ride in the turquoise light
Holding the moment tight
Rolling down the Malecón
Until the golden day is gone
Palm trees are swaying in rhythmic time
Steel and the velvet in perfect rhyme
Ice in the glass and a citrus sweet
Cooling the burn of the concrete heat
Ride in the turquoise light
Holding the moment tight
Rolling down the Malecón
Until the golden day is gone
Half-remembered hymns in a soft low tone
Walking a path that we've always known
Watch as the tide meets the gray stone wall
Waiting for evening to cover it all
Ride in the turquoise light
Holding the moment tight
Rolling down the Malecón
Until the golden day is gone
Turquoise glide, salt in the air
Turquoise glide, we're almost there