The Story Behind This Song
Bleach-blonde pigtails. Pink ribbon bows. Shrimp in a bucket. Daddy right there on that old wood pier, baiting my hook while my brothers ran wild. I was the one who stayed close. Daddy's girl. Sand in my toes.
He taught me things on that pier that no school ever could. "Baby, when the storm rolls in — just stand your ground and let it bend. Everything changes in a single tide. Just wait and see what it brings inside." I didn't know I'd spend my whole life needing those words.
I've lived in mountains. Walked cold city streets. Steel and skyline under my feet. But every time life runs me low, I hear his voice in the undertow. He's gone now. But he ain't far. I see him in every sunrise burning gold. In every wave that breaks and rolls. When my bare feet touch that shore — I hear his wisdom once more.
You can move the girl. Take her anywhere. But you can't shake the sand from her soul.

Be the first one around the fire.