Tides of Time

Funny thing about time. Some folks chase it, some folks swear

it's chasing them. Me, I just let it roll in like the tide.

See where it carries me. Sun comes up like a bartender, pouring daylight in

my glass. And the world starts running circles like it's late for Sunday mass.

People hustling down the sidewalks, chasing hours they'll never keep. While I'm drifting

with the trade winds, letting time rock me to sleep. 'Cause the tides

of time keep rolling, never pausing for our plans. Some folks sprint

like they're in trouble, some just stroll the island sands. Every life's a