Priced out of paradise, oh what a tale, it's a sad but true state of Hawaii today
Generations of locals can't afford the land where they were born, and I'm left feeling
Lost in the shifting sand
Kanai is a local boy, living on Puahala Street, graduating Castle High soon, but it's bittersweet
His job driving bus calls, but the pay just won't align
Every dollar has a price, no chance to truly shine
Our dreams are leaving, but the rent's just too high
Every step he takes forward, he's still two steps behind
My island, my home, he whispers, will I ever find my way
As the sunsets fill their colors, he's left with hopes to stay
Priced out of paradise, where did all the green go
Concrete walls and high towers, rising fast, moving slow
A place where locals thrive, and space could be found
Now all that's left is longing, and the concrete covered ground
Every corner, every memory, faded into the gray
Hearing grandma's stories of a simple day at home
Laughter spills, but it's crowded and tight
Uncle's kids running wild, keeping him up at night
I remember, she whispers, when the world was lush and free
When Hone was just a sunbeam, stretching wide with dreams
Families felt the heartbeat of the island as their own
No one ever wondered what it meant to feel alone
Oh, priced out of paradise, where did all the green go
Concrete walls and high towers, rising fast, moving slow
A place where locals thrive, where space could be found
Now all that's left is longing, and the concrete covered ground
He gazes at the skyline, lost beneath the glow
In a city of tourists, where do the locals go
The land of his ancestors, priced too high to grasp
Holding memories like shadows in the daylight they pass
My island, my home, he whispers, will I ever find my way
As the sunsets spill their colors, he's left with hopes to stay
He holds his dreams close, waiting for change to arrive
In an island that once thrived, hoping still to survive
Priced out of paradise, it's a sad refrain
Living for tomorrow, drowning in the rain
Oh, priced out of paradise, where did all the green go
Concrete walls and high towers, rising fast, moving slow
A place where locals thrive, where space could be found
Now all that's left is longing, and the concrete covered ground