You know…
I've been thinking about this word lately.
Revival.
Not the tent kind.
Not the church kind.
Though… I don't know…
maybe a little of both.
I'm talking about that moment when something in you
just decides to let go.
You stop running.
You stop checking.
You stop pretending you know where you're headed.
And right there — in that moment —
something else shows up.
Something quieter.
Something true.
I found mine in a little bar down a side street.
Steel guitar drifting through the afternoon.
A girl spinning barefoot.
And a phone that stopped mattering.
This one's about that moment.
See if it sounds familiar.
Phone still buzzin' in my pocket, I just let it ring,
Walkin' past a bar where the locals sing,
Didn't know the words, didn't know the tune,
Steel guitar driftin' through the afternoon,
Time moving slow like I've still got somewhere to be,
And I'm still thinkin' like the world's chasin' me.
Somebody laughed like they had all night,
Band kicked in and everything felt right,
Girl spun barefoot out into the street,
Pulled me in off the hot concrete,
Didn't check the phone, didn't check the time,
Just lettin' go with my partner in crime.
Island time revival,
Yeah, I feel it in my bones,
Left that world behind somewhere,
Now this place just feels like home…
Island time revival,
Ain't who I was before,
Somewhere between the tide and time,
I don't chase that life no more.
Left my shoes somewhere back down that street,
Watch don't tick where the sand and ocean meet,
Phone went dead and I let it stay that way,
Didn't have a single word to say,
Waves kept rollin' like they don't keep score,
Like they don't care who I was before.
Island time revival,
Yeah, I feel it in my bones,
Left that world behind somewhere,
Now this place just feels like home…
Island time revival,
Ain't who I was before,
Somewhere between the tide and time,
I don't chase that life no more.
Now it's more than just survival,
I'm livin' in my island time revival.
Island time revival…