Lyric

Dawn on the bar, cold foam on my knees

Mono line hums in the shore-wash breeze

Tip says “tick… tick…” barely a sound

Hold for a heartbeat, toes in the ground

Cast to the seam where the rip lines meet

Slack turns to thread, pulse under my feet

Feather-light touch, not tug, not shove

Small silver rumor moving below

Count the sets, let the backwash fade

Breathe on two, lift on eight

Loose-hand drag, open palm sun

Whisper on the blank—here it comes—

Tap-tap—now run, let the line sing

Rolling like a river through a bright morning

Silver in the sand, morning in my hand

Lean, keep steady, let the reel spin

Tap-tap—now run, hear the tide drum

Little bite flips to a long smooth one

Surf runner, I’m right where I stand

Silver in the sand, morning in my hand

Oh—roll, roll, roll—keep it clean

White edge flashing where the waves lean

Wind shifts onshore, footprints reset

Cast-walk-cast, best rhythm I get

Three steps, throw—read the pale green

Micro-map printed where the swirls have been

Tick turns to buzz, hum turns to voice

Patience is tempo, timing is choice

Tip bows low, sunlight bends

Soft lift, glide—let the arc descend

Count the sets, let the backwash fade

Breathe on two, lift on eight

Loose-hand drag, open palm sun

Whisper on the blank—here it comes—

Tap-tap—now run, let the line sing

Rolling like a river through a bright morning

Silver in the sand, morning in my hand

Lean, keep steady, let the reel spin

Tap-tap—now run, hear the tide drum

Little bite flips to a long smooth one

Surf runner, I’m right where I stand

Silver in the sand, morning in my hand

If I miss, I learn—cast again

Every quiet moment draws a finer line then

If the world runs loud, I match the sea

172 heartbeats, calm and free

Hush… tick… hush… breathe in, breathe out

Tight—not tight—let the doubt wash out

Tap-tap—now run, let the line sing

Rolling like a river through a bright morning (Roll, roll)

Silver in the sand, morning in my hand (In my hand)

Lean, keep steady, let the reel spin

Tap-tap—now run, hear the tide drum

Little bite flips to a long smooth one

Surf runner, I’m right where I stand

Silver in the sand—morning in my hand

Cast—walk—cast—tide keeps time

Surf writes music on a single line