Cartwheel Tides

[Verse 1]
Neon hums low, near the mango stand's sweet haze,
Your laughter, a current, through the market's maze.
Past the frozen section, a velvet shuffle starts,
You chart your own course, with beats from beating hearts.

[Chorus]
Oh, the horizon line, just beyond the shelf,
You pull the rhythm from deep within yourself.
Yeah, cartwheel tides, a spontaneous sway,
Groovin' the aisles, chasing night from day.

[Verse 2]
Between the olives and the salt-kissed bread,
A lighthouse calling, inside your head.
The plastic bag rustle, a drum beat for your feet,
Your hips start to sway, a future-funk heartbeat.

[Chorus]
Oh, the horizon line, just beyond the shelf,
You pull the rhythm from deep within yourself.
Yeah, cartwheel tides, a spontaneous sway,
Groovin' the aisles, chasing night from day.

[Bridge]
Some seek their compass in distant, open seas,
But you find your freedom between these aisles with ease.
A fleeting moment, an incandescent tide,
Where every lonely soul has somewhere to hide.

[Outro]
Just a simple trip, but the dance always calls,
Breaking the surface, before the daylight falls.