Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I signed the papers clean
Left the badge on the table
No more alarm clock rage
No more proving I’m able
I cashed out the years
Bought a one-way dream
Now I’m learning how to live
On a slower stream
[Pre-Chorus]
Got a small blue house
Near the mango stand
Bare feet, cheap rum
And a steady tan
If you need me now
I won’t be far
Just a quiet man
With a borrowed guitar
[Chorus]
Panama, Panama
I’m gone by dawn
Panama, Panama
The chain is off
Palm trees know my name
I’m not coming back
Panama, Panama
That’s the path I picked (Panama)
[Verse 2]
I traded neckties
For a linen shirt
Traded office floors
For a little red dirt
My mornings start
With a market run
Papaya in my bag
And a heart that’s done
[Pre-Chorus]
No more counting days
Like they own my skin
I’m not rushing out
I’m just settling in
If you call my phone
Let it ring and ring
I’m out by the water
Learning everything
[Chorus]
Panama, Panama
I’m gone by dawn
Panama, Panama
The chain is off
Palm trees know my name
I’m not coming back
Panama, Panama
That’s the path I picked (Panama)
[Bridge]
I used to chase the clock
Like it had my name
Now I watch the tide
And I don’t feel shame
One life, one sun
One road, one key
I kept the best part
And I set it free
[Chorus]
Panama, Panama
I’m gone by dawn
Panama, Panama
The chain is off
Palm trees know my name
I’m not coming back
Panama, Panama
That’s the path I picked (Panama)
Details
GeneratedJul 22, 2026
Duration2:59
LanguageEnglish
Style
Tropical pop with laid-back dembow sway and brushed percussion; verse rides acoustic guitar, nylon-string plucks, and a rubbery bass line; pre-chorus strips to handclaps and a rising synth wash; chorus opens with sunlit drums, bright marimba accents, and stacked vocal doubles on the hook. Vocal is close-mic and conversational in verses, with wide harmonies, short delay throws, and gang shouts on the refrain. Ear candy: ocean wave fades, reverse cymbal swells, steelpan sparkles. Mix is warm, glossy, and travel-postcard bright.
Credits
Prompt byRiderWavy680
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
A song about retiring early and moving to Panama
