Island Time

[Intro] [Sound of a digital watch alarm being turned off] [Gentle, slow ukulele fingerpicking] [Very soft, ambient ocean waves in the background] [Verse 1] Inside the walls, the seconds are screaming Outside the gate, the islands are dreaming I spent all day chasing a flashing green light But the clock doesn't exist in the middle of the night I'm putting the "overtime" back on the shelf And finding a minute to be with myself [Chorus] We’re moving on Island Time now No quotas to reach, no need to know how The tide is the only clock on the wall And I’m not answering any more calls In the Fly Club, the rhythm is slow Wherever the trade winds decide we should go [Verse 2] The scooter’s just coasting, no need for the speed The salt and the silence are all that I need Passing the docks where the big ships are sleeping Away from the secrets the warehouse is keeping A high-resolution peace in my mind Leaving the "12-hour" logic behind [Bridge] [Music strips back to just a steady, heartbeat-like bass] [Echoing, whispered vocals] Slow it down... Let it breathe... The only schedule... Is the one we leave... Pau hana forever... [Instrumental Break] [Soft, melodic harmonica or a very clean, slow guitar solo] [Chorus] We’re moving on Island Time now No quotas to reach, no need to know how The tide is the only clock on the wall And I’m not answering any more calls In the Fly Club, the rhythm is slow Wherever the trade winds decide we should go [Outro] [Ukulele slows down to a single, ringing chord] No more scanners... No more shifts... Just the island... Just the time... [Sound of the waves fades to silence] [End]