[Verse 1] Johnny Casey Skateboard scar on his knee Laughs too loud In the back of geometry Ink on his fingers From drawing bands on his desk Says "One of these days I'm gonna get out west"
[Chorus] Oh Johnny Casey Running on busted shoes Chasing a bigger sky Than this small-town news If the world feels heavy He still shouts "Maybe" Every dead-end street Turns into a start for Johnny Casey
[Verse 2] Pocket full of Crumpled up lottery slips Tells the clerk stories With fast-talking lips Helps his mom close The shop at half past nine Then stays up late Pretending everything's fine
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[Bridge] He draws a map On a napkin at the diner X marks a spot Where the days get brighter Says "If you come with me We'll leave tonight" Eyes on the exit sign Glowing almost right
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Stijl van muziek
Upbeat indie-pop with jangly guitars, steady live drums, and a bouncy bassline. Verses stay tight and conversational, chorus blossoms with gang vocals and handclaps. Light synth pads lift the hook, with a bright, clean guitar riff weaving between vocal lines. Keep the energy sunny and brisk, like a coming-of-age movie montage.