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

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