No Time
(Mary McBride)
The riot of the city's getting you down
The weight of the crowd's pushing you down
Need every bit of strength to get through the day
Can't deal with me anymore anyway
Chorus
No time in your heart for talking
No path in your heart for walking
No strength in your heart for
breaking down those walls
No place in your heart for us at all
Living in a place you said you'd never leave
Gravel voiced butchers, rock 'n roll in the breeze
An empty fridge and seven guitars
If we needed a drink we'd slip down to the bar
Once upon a time we talked without a breath
Walked endless miles on the river's edge
Nothing will come between you and me
In it for the long haul down on our knees
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