ISLAND TIME

ISLAND TIME
Karen Lewis

Folks in our lives
More important than getting everything done.
Shouldn't we all be on island time?
What if we could be on island time?

What if we all were on island time?
Island time, island time?

Folks in our lives
More important than getting everywhere fast.
Shouldn't we all be on island time?
Porches face the street on island time.

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