Burning Season

(Sound of a lighter flicking, distant waves crashing, a smooth saxophone loop fades in)

Yeah.

Smoke in the air, but we’re heading south.

Sky’s a little grey up north, but the vision’s crystal clear.

Check it.

Burning season hitting, yeah the air’s getting thick

Time to pack the duffel, gotta make the exit quick

Wheels up, fly down, touch land in the heat

From the smog of the city to the rhythm of the street.

Touchdown in Patong, yeah the neon’s calling out

But I’m headed for the Cape, that’s what living’s all about

Got a condo by the Promthep, looking at the blue

Infinity pool with the panoramic view.

High on the Cape, watching gold turn to black

Sunsets hitting different, no reason to look back

Days on the shoreline, sand in my feet

Watching beauty walk by in the Andaman heat.

From the view at the top to the club in the night

Everything is golden, everything is right.

Now the sun’s going down, and the energy shifts

Swap the salt for the scent of the evening gifts

Hit the strip, hit the club, let the bass line thud

Life moving through my veins like a rush in the blood.

Then I see her in the corner, yeah, she caught my eye

Sweet hips swaying to the beat of the high.

Ready smile, bright eyes, yeah she’s down for the ride

No more solo missions, now she’s right by my side.

All night, long talks, mid-tempo groove

Watching how the shadows and the strobe lights move

From the beach to the bar to the penthouse suite

Keeping company until the sunrise is sweet.

Promthep dreams.

Patong nights.

Just another season in the light.

(Fade out with the sound of a motorcycle engine and ocean waves)