[Verse 1] Packed the car before the sunrise glow, Mom’s old Chevy, radio low, FM static and Tom Petty songs, We sang along all the way down the two thirty one. Billboards flashing “Goofy Golf ahead!”, “Miracle Strip” burned in my head, Flip-flops slapping on the motel floor, We were kings of the Gulf, just kids wanting more. [Chorus] Panama City, you were heaven to me, White sand shining like it came from a dream. Emerald waves rolled under the heat, Where time slowed down and life felt free. Panama City, you’ll always be The summer that never stopped calling me. [Verse 2] Arcades buzzing down Front Beach Road, Corvette girls and boys in tow, Salt on our lips, sunburned skin, Trying to look grown-up but still giving in. Boomboxes played “Don’t Stop Believin’”, Bonfires lit while the stars were dreamin’, A Polaroid caught our reckless youth, A little wild, a little truth. [Chorus] Panama City, you were heaven to me, White sand shining like it came from a dream. Emerald waves rolled under the heat, Where time slowed down and life felt free. Panama City, you’ll always be The summer that never stopped calling me. [Bridge] Pier Park lights where we used to run, Cotton candy skies melting in the sun. We swore we’d never leave that coast, Those memories linger, the ones I love most. [Guitar solo] [Final Chorus] Panama City, still calling me home, Your tides in my heart, wherever I roam. From Highway 98 to the old lagoon, I can still hear that southern tune. Panama City, you’ll always be The sound of youth and the salt of the sea. [Outro] Waves crash soft on that sugar-white shore, If I could go back, I’d stay there once more. Panama City, you’ll always be The place where the kid in me runs free.
