[Intro] Late afternoon… The tide is rolling in… I can almost taste the salt again… ⸻ [Verse 1] Highway dust and an open sky, Windows down as the world rolled by. Warm Gulf breeze through sun-bleached hair, Nothing in this world could compare. A little hole-in-the-wall by the bay, Where nobody ever seemed in a hurry that day. Fresh oysters shucked with a knowing grin, All-you-can-eat shrimp in a dented tin. The gulls cried out like old friends do, Every wave still carried me back to you. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] Sometimes a place Becomes part of your soul. No matter how far you wander, It never lets you go. ⸻ [Chorus] I’ve got Matagorda on my mind, Like the tide that never leaves behind. Every wave keeps calling me, Back to where my heart runs free. I can almost smell that salt-filled breeze, Feel the sunlight warming me. If home is more than where you stay, Then Matagorda still knows my name. ⸻ [Verse 2] We’d laugh until the daylight slipped, Sea spray dancing on our lips. Sun-kissed shoulders, sandy feet, Simple days felt so complete. Across the water the ferries glided, Slow and steady with the evening tide. Their distant horns still echo clear, Even after all these years. Some old boom box played rock all day, The soundtrack drifting across the bay. Those songs still live somewhere inside, Like waves that never truly die. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] You don’t know You’re living the good old days Until they’re miles behind you, Calling through the haze. ⸻ [Chorus] I’ve got Matagorda on my mind, Like the tide that never leaves behind. Every wave keeps calling me, Back to where my heart runs free. Take me where the oysters shine, Where shrimp and stories fill the night. Let me breathe that Gulf Coast air, Like I never really left it there. ⸻ [Bridge] If I close my eyes, I can hear the gulls again. The ferries crossing quiet water, The laughter on the wind. Every grain of sand remembers, Every tide still knows my name. Some loves fade with passing years… Some places never change. ⸻ [Final Chorus] I’ve got Matagorda on my mind, Still chasing sunsets one more time. Salt on my skin, Hope in my hands, Barefoot dreams upon the sand. Every road may lead away, But part of me has always stayed. Until these restless miles are through, Matagorda… I’ll come home to you. ⸻ [Outro] The tide keeps rolling… The gulls keep flying… And somewhere beyond the water… Home is still waiting…
