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Palm Trees and Sand


Artist: Ward Lane
Artist's Description
Palm Trees and Sand are upbeat, fun lyrics about escaping from the confinement caused by the pandemic. It is one persons desire to travel to an island destination and relax.

Genre(s): Pop, General Country, General Rock
Mood(s): Anthemic, Fun, Leisurely, Relaxed
Style(s): Beach Party, Party, Travelling
Language(s): English
Standard License:$15.00
Extended License:$25.00
COPYRIGHT TRANSFER ENQUIRY PRICE:$500.00

Palm Trees and Sand

By Ward Lane
[Verse 1]
These same four walls are closing in
Ran out of vodka, ran out of gin
The room is getting smaller
Starting to spin
Don't know when the day ends, or when it begins

[Chorus]
I need to get away, catch the next flight
My destination is in my sights
My mouth is watering for that cold drink in my hand
Hear the steel drums from the local island bands
Need to get there, can’t wait any longer
For the Palm Trees and Sand

[Verse 2]
Brimmed straw fedora is my disguise
Dark shades on so I can hide
Me staring at the ladies with wandering eyes
Incognito by the pool side
Starting to relax, beginning to calm down
Don’t want to go back, I’m gonna stick around

[Chorus]
I need to get away, catch the next flight
My destination is in my sights
My mouth is watering for that cold drink in my hand
Hear the steel drums from the local island bands
Need to get there, can’t wait any longer
For the Palm Trees and Sand

[Bridge]
Can’t go out
Can’t socialize
Gyms are closed, no place to exercise
Going insane
Got to strategize
Bodies going numb
Getting hypnotized
Need to break free, need to normalize

[Chorus]
I need to get away, catch the next flight
My destination is in my sights
My mouth is watering for that cold drink in my hand
Hear the steel drums from the local island bands
Need to get there, can’t wait any longer
For the Palm Trees and Sand

[Verse 3]
Work all day, work all night
Won't let me dine out, won’t let me dine in
Want to see your family, well, that’s a mortal sin
Ran out of vodka, ran out of gin….. again
I have to get away
I need to escape
Once I get there, I will be alright

[Chorus]
I need to get away, catch the next flight
My destination is in my sights
My mouth is watering for that cold drink in my hand
Hear the steel drums from the local island bands
Need to get there, can’t wait any longer
For the Palm Trees and Sand

[Chorus]
I need to get away, catch the next flight
My destination is in my sights
My mouth is watering for that cold drink in my hand
Hear the steel drums from the local island bands
Need to get there, can’t wait any longer
For the Palm Trees and Sand
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