Broken Plans

Left my phone on the kitchen table Didn't even check the time There's a million things I could be Worrying about but not tonight, not mine Got a tank top, sand on my feet Radio in an old beat-up truck We're chasing a little bit of freedom And maybe a little dumb luck Bills, bad days, broken plans They can all wait in a pile 'Cause the ocean's calling my name And it's been calling a while So leave it at the door, yeah leave it behind All those texts and all those signs We're just gonna laugh till the sun comes up With salt in our hair and cheap red wine No clocks, no stress, no trying to pretend We're better than we've ever been Just a fire on the beach and a midnight song Somebody brought a busted guitar Missing half of the strings But it sounds like summer When you play it loud and forget about everything We're dancing barefoot in the tide With the moon on our skin Yeah we don't need much to feel alright Just the people we're with Bills, bad days, broken plans They can all wait in a pile 'Cause the ocean's calling my name And it's been calling a while So leave it at the door, yeah leave it behind All those texts and all those signs We're just gonna laugh till the sun comes up With salt in our hair and cheap red wine No clocks, no stress, no trying to pretend We're better than we've ever been Just a fire on the beach and a midnight song