Folly Road

This track comes from Aaron Stransky's core identity — Folly Beach roots, 843 area code, the raw unfiltered version. It tackles Driving down Folly Road to the beach — the feeling of crossing the bridge, the salt air, the life that chose him. The lyrics get specific — "Folly Road on a Tuesday, ain't no rush at all" — because personal tracks on Majik's are personal for real, not performatively. The indie-folk, americana production matches the energy of the confession. It hits warm and breezy, 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 past the marsh and the low country pines Heron standing still like it's frozen in time Cross the bridge and the whole world slows to a crawl Folly Road on a Tuesday, ain't no rush at all Palmetto trees lining up like a welcoming crew Salt in the air saying boy, we been waiting on you Put the phone on silent, let the dashboard sing There's a whole lot of nothing and it's everything [chorus] Folly Road, take me where the tide rolls in Where the sun goes gold and the night begins Folly Road, I don't need a GPS Just point me south where the world's a mess Turns into the ocean and I catch my breath Folly Road [verse 2] Passed the taco stand, passed the surf shop sign Passed the bar where they know my name and they pour it fine Sandy flip-flops on the floorboard of my truck This ain't where I planned to be but man, what luck Navy took me everywhere from coast to coast But this little stretch of highway's what I love the most A-A-Ron at the beach with the world on hold Folly Road is where this Stransky found his soul [chorus] Folly Road, take me where the tide rolls in Where the sun goes gold and the night begins Folly Road, I don't need a GPS Just point me south where the world's a mess Turns into the ocean and I catch my breath Folly Road [bridge] Some folks got their mountain towns, their city lights Some folks got their penthouse views and Friday nights But give me that two-lane road with the windows cracked And the low country sunset at my back [chorus] Folly Road, take me where the tide rolls in Where the sun goes gold and the night begins Folly Road, I don't need a GPS Just point me south where the world's a mess Turns into the ocean and I catch my breath Folly Road [outro] Folly Road, Folly Road Take me home