Gunnar & Jeremy

[Verse 1] Born where the trade winds bend the trees Salt in the air and sand on his feet Long blonde hair falling into his eyes Chasing the sunset, chasing the tide Skateboard rattling down old roads Past lava fields where the cane grass grows One lone dread showed up out of the blue Started getting longer, so he named him Jeremy too Not much worried about fitting in Got his own rhythm, his own skin A little bit quiet, a little hard to read Like the ocean before a storm at sea [Chorus] Gunnar and Jeremy rolling free Following roads that nobody sees Sun on his shoulders, wheels on stone Never really worried where he's going home Trade winds singing through his hair Jeremy dancing everywhere Scorpio heart and an island soul A little bit wild, a heart of gold A heart of gold [Verse 2] Driftwood surfboards down muddy streams Turning ordinary days into epic scenes Building kingdoms from sticks and rope Seeing adventure where other folks don't Always seems to know where snacks are hid Like some sixth sense he's had since a kid A guava disappears, nobody knows why Gunnar just smiles and looks at the sky He'll spend all afternoon skating alone Then somehow show up wherever friends roam Never chasing attention, never making a show Just letting life happen and going with the flow [Pre-Chorus] And every now and then when a certain girl laughs Something changes in the way he acts He'll pretend not to notice, look off toward the sea But his friends all know exactly what they see [Chorus] Gunnar and Jeremy rolling free Following roads that nobody sees Barefoot dreams and a salty grin The whole wide world pulling him in Trade winds singing through his hair Jeremy catching the ocean air Scorpio heart and an island soul A little bit wild, a heart of gold A heart of gold [Bridge] There's a girl with a smile like a sunny day break The kind that makes a skater boy forget what he was gonna say He'll talk about waves and he'll talk about boards But somehow she ends up in all his stories He won't say much, keeps it cool instead Runs a hand through Jeremy hanging from his head Looks toward the horizon like he's got somewhere to be Though the horizon might look a little bit like Bee [Verse 3] Some days he's surfing where the reef meets blue Some days it's sidewalks and a beat-up shoe Some days he's wandering trails through the rain Looking for treasures nobody can explain Collecting strange rocks and pieces of glass Little reminders that good things last Learning that freedom isn't running away It's finding your own kind of beautiful day [Final Chorus] Gunnar and Jeremy rolling free Island roots running deep as can be Sunburnt shoulders and hazel eyes Watching another Hawaiian sunset arrive Trade winds whisper through the trees Jeremy swaying effortlessly With a board, a dream, and the open sea And maybe... a certain girl named Bee [Outro] Yeah... Gunnar and Jeremy... Still rolling...