Lyrics

Headin’ for the Keys
By Daryl Stevenett
(Verse 1)
Sun’s comin’ up on the interstate,
Got the radio loud, feelin’ first-rate.
Palm trees startin’ to show their face,
Feelin’ that pull to a slower pace.
(Pre-Chorus)
Ain’t no deadline, ain’t no grind,
Just a clear blue dream on my mind.
(Chorus)
I’m headin’ for the Keys, where the water’s Windex blue,
Flip-flops, beach bars, and nothin’ to do.
Where the wind hums low, through the mangrove trees,
Yeah, I’m leavin’ my worries, headin’ for the Keys.
(Verse 2)
Old guitar ridin’ shotgun seat,
Got a cooler of beer and a backbeat.
Every mile feels lighter somehow,
Feelin’ more alive than I am right now.
(Pre-Chorus)
I got no map, just the salt and the breeze,
A little Jimmy Buffett blowin’ through the trees.
(Chorus)
I’m headin’ for the Keys, where the water’s Windex blue,
Flip-flops, beach bars, and nothin’ to do.
Where the wind hums low, through the mangrove trees,
Yeah, I’m leavin’ my worries, headin’ for the Keys.
(Bridge)
Sunset paintin’ the sky like a postcard scene,
Steel drum playin’ what freedom means.
Ain’t runnin’ away, I’m runnin’ to
The life I’ve been dreamin’ of with you.
(Chorus – final)
Headin’ for the Keys, with your hand in mine,
Where the stars lean low, and the night feels fine.
Let the tide take the time, let the heart be free,
We’re livin’ the good life, down in the Keys.
Headin’ for the Keys
Headin’ for the Keys
Headin’ for the Keys
Headin’ for the Keys