[Verse 1] Got me a house with a two-car garage,Big ol' yard just like I'd always dreamed.Neighbor waves every Saturday mornin',While I'm sweating through another chore. Thought I was buying peace and quiet,Little slice of paradise.Nobody mentioned ninety-five degrees...With humidity you can almost slice. [Pre-Chorus] Mower's running...Shirt's soaked through... Wondering what that ocean's doing. [Chorus] I'm cutting Carolina grass,Dreaming California sand.You can keep that push mower,I'll take flip-flops any day. Some folks chase a bigger backyard...I'm chasing seventy-five degrees. [Verse 2] HOA says keep it tidy,Maple tree needs one more trim.Spent my whole dang SaturdayMaking sure the weeds don't win. Meanwhile somewhere in San Diego,Some guy's paying rent each month.Probably laughing at us homeowners...While he's chasing one more wave. [Chorus] I'm cutting Carolina grass,Dreaming California sand.Trading weed whackers for waves,Rolling easy on the strand. Dry air, cool nights,Windows open after dark.Meanwhile I'm feeding mosquitoes...Like it's my second job. [Verse 3] Fields of corn and little farm stands,Thought that's where I'd find my peace.Now I'm missing fish tacos on the corner,And canyon trails beneath my feet. Funny how a change of sceneryCan change the picture in your mind.Turns out I wasn't chasing quiet...Just a place where I come alive. [Bridge] Got a shiny two-car garage,No more oil stains on apartment lots.Guess I finally got what I used to pray for...Funny what you miss when dreams come true. [Final Chorus] I'm done with Carolina grass,Ready for California sand.Some folks chase a bigger backyard...I'm chasing seventy-five degrees. Trade a mower for a sea breeze,Seventy-five with an ocean breeze. Yeah, the mortgage built me equity...Can't argue with the math. But happiness... Looks a whole lot like... Seventy-five degrees.
