Exit 98

This track comes from Aaron Stransky's core identity — Folly Beach roots, 843 area code, the raw unfiltered version. It tackles The drive down to Folly Beach for the first time after being away. The exit off the highway, the marsh smell, the bridge, knowing you're almost there. The moment a place becomes home.. The lyrics get specific — "The GPS says twenty minutes but my heart already knows" — because personal tracks on Majik's are personal for real, not performatively. The country production matches the energy of the confession. It hits nostalgic and warm, in that order. Every personal track in the catalogue comes from a real moment, a real feeling, a real person. This one is no exception.

[verse 1] Windows down on seventeen, the salt is in the air Palmetto trees like old friends lining up to meet me there The GPS says twenty minutes but my heart already knows The way the marsh goes golden when the afternoon sun glows I've been gone so long the road feels like a stranger's face But my hands remember every turn to get to this good place [chorus] Take the long way home, let the backroads hold me Past the shrimp boats and the sweetgrass, let the low country fold me In her arms like she's been waiting, like she knew that I'd come back Take the long way home, down the two-lane track Because the long way home is where I finally find The parts of me I left behind [verse 2] Folly Road at sunset, the taco shops and bars The surf shops with their neon signs competing with the stars I pull up to the beach and put the truck in park and breathe The Atlantic's right in front of me, exactly where I need I left this place a sailor and I've come back something more But the sand still feels the same beneath my feet on this same shore [chorus] Take the long way home, let the backroads hold me Past the shrimp boats and the sweetgrass, let the low country fold me In her arms like she's been waiting, like she knew that I'd come back Take the long way home, down the two-lane track [bridge] I've been to ports and cities where the lights don't ever dim But none of them could hold me like the tide that's rolling in Eight-four-three is more than digits, it's the heartbeat in my chest Of all the places I have been, this one lets me rest [verse 3] So I take the long way every time, the scenic route through home Past the lighthouse, past the pier, past everything I've known Because the long way home reminds me of the long way here And every mile's a chapter in the story of the year [outro] Welcome home, Stransky Folly Beach been waiting The porch light's on The long way brought you right where you belong