Salt mines and fresh green limes,
Tequila truths on borrowed time.
Some call them sins, some call them signs,
Just living life, lime after time.
Met her at Tiki Jack's, an old beach bar,
She asked for salt, I slid her a jar.
We toasted bad choices with a wink and a lime,
Two strangers dancing out of step, yet in time.
Told her I surf regrets and paddle lies,
She smiled, said, "Baby, let's harmonize."
Salt mines and fresh green limes,
Add tequila, right on time.
Night slips by with salted rhymes,
Falling fast, lime after time.
Some call 'em sins, some call 'em signs,
But I've found grace again, lime after time.
We hit every dive from dusk to dawn,
Sang with the jukebox 'til the power was gone.
She dared me to skinny dip off the old dock light,
My shirt's long gone, and the moon feels right.
We wrote our names in the sand with a bottle cap ring,
She said, "This ain't love, but it's something we'll sing."
Salt mines and fresh green limes,
Add tequila, right on time.
Night slips by with salted rhymes,
Falling fast, lime after time.
Some call 'em sins, some call 'em signs,
But I've found grace again, lime after time.
Morning found us with two sunburned grins,
Tangled in tales and Flor de Caña sins.
My flip-flops floated out with the tide,
But her laugh stayed anchored by my side.
Still taste salt when I hear that song,
Some wrongs are right when the night's that long.
Every sip rewrote the rules we knew,
Truth or dare with ocean views.
Drew our futures in spilled mezcal,
Let surf decide what would rise or fall.
No compass, no stars, just time to lose—
And lime-soaked dreams we'd always choose.
Salt mines and fresh green limes,
Add tequila, right on time.
Night slips by with salted rhymes,
Falling fast, lime after time.
Some call 'em sins, some call 'em signs,
But I've found grace again, lime after time.
So here's to limes, to salt, to flame,
Every night we forgot our names.
Stories slurred in rhythm and rhyme—
Still chasing grace… lime after time.
Still chasing grace… lime after time.