| I wanna go somewhere we can keep it on the left side |
| And get our heads right over some Mai Tai’s |
| Watching the high tide, sitting fireside under the moon |
| Honey, I ain’t the jealous type |
| I just sit back and smile and let the sun smooch on you |
| The weatherman tells us no worries on the tele |
| And there’s nothing that I wouldn’t do to be |
| In a low key, locals only |
| Little bamboo, run-down rum shack |
| (It's) you and me baby, nobody can phone me |
| Yeah, we’re way off the grid, no, we don’t need a map |
| ‘Cause I know this island like I know your curves |
| I done found myself at the edge of the earth |
| Where nobody knows me, and we’re never lonely |
| Locals only |
| I wanna pick up a couple cups of coffee on the west side |
| Bring it back to your bedside |
| Plant a forehead kiss above your left eye |
| Waiting on a red sky fire through the dunes |
| No, you ain’t seen a rise till you seen it on an island |
| And ain’t felt freedom till you’ve taken a dive in |
| —The crystal blue and that sea foam green |
| Under a sherbet canopy, you’ll find me |
| In a low key, locals only |
| Little bamboo, run-down rum shack |
| (It's) you and me baby, nobody can phone me |
| Yeah, we’re way off the grid, no, we don’t need a map |
| ‘Cause I know this island like I know your curves |
| I done found myself at the edge of the earth |
| Where nobody knows me, and we’re never lonely |
| Locals only |
| Locals only |
| I could use some catch-up time with my creator |
| Yeah, I got my bags packed, I’ll see you later |
| I’ll be |
| In a low key, locals only |
| Little bamboo, run-down rum shack |
| (It's) you and me baby, nobody can phone me |
| Yeah, we’re way off the grid, no, we don’t need a map |
| ‘Cause I know this island like I know your curves |
| I done found myself at the edge of the earth |
| Where nobody knows me, and we’re never lonely |
| Locals only |
| Locals only |
| Yeah I wanna go somewhere we can keep it on the left side |
| And get our heads right over some Mai Tai’s |
| Watching the high tide, sitting fireside under the moon |
| Locals only |
| Locals only |