Lyrics
[Intro] [Convertible Roof Latch Click & Stratocaster Chords]
Top down, sunglasses resting on my hair
Nothing but Pacific salt in the air
[Verse 1] [Clean Electric Strat & Warm Rhodes]
Tan leather seats warm beneath the afternoon sun
Highway One ribbon where the two lane has run
Chrome dashboard knobs reflecting blue skies
Watching coastal hawks effortlessly rise
Foot on the gas round the towering rock cliff
silence breeze catching so sudden and stiff
[Pre-Chorus] [Warm Groovy Bassline & Brushed Snare]
Cliffside wild lupines in lavender bloom
Leaving the city with plenty of room
[Chorus] [Breezy Coastal Pop-R&B Drop]
Red vintage convertible winding through Big Sur
Every single worry fading to a blur
Pacific Coast Highway stretching out ahead
Following where the golden sun has led
Drive fast, breathe deep, feel the wind in our hair
No sweeter freedom waiting anywhere
[Verse 2] [Strat Riffs & Vinyl Crackle]
Radio dial finding old soul tunes
Overlooking white sandy crescent dunes
My fingers tapping on the walnut wood wheel
Loving how tangible and real this can feel
[Bridge] [Soaring Contralto Belts & Strat Solo]
Oh, let the tires hug the canyon curve tight
Chasing the glow of the coastal daylight
Granite sea cliffs plunging straight to the foam
Making this highway our traveling home
[Chorus] [Full Grand Coastal Climax]
Red vintage convertible winding through Big Sur
Every single worry fading to a blur
Pacific Coast Highway stretching out ahead
Following where the golden sun has led
Drive fast, breathe deep, feel the wind in our hair
No sweeter freedom waiting anywhere
[Outro] [Convertible Breeze Whistle & Strat Fade]
Big Sur coast...
Red convertible.
[Fade Out]
[End]