No Time

Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: David Nelson

A new New Riders song, introduced in 2010.

No time left to fuck around
My resume is due
My name is written in the sand
Alongside the likes of you

I got no time to hug the ground
Discuss what might be true
At least you smoke my favorite brand
Most good people do

When the bullet left the gun
Ain't no time left to duck
Do not ask what must be done
Get in and drive the truck

Can't be heard above the band
Let's head outside and talk
I'll take you by the hand
To the place they call Hanging Rock

It used to be the hanging tree
Till someone chopped it down
They built themselves a rockery
On consecrated ground

When the bullet left the gun
Ain't no time left to duck
Do not ask what must be done
Get in and drive the truck

Adam and Eve they blacked my eye
Climbed up the backyard fence
One of them was born to die
The rest claimed self-defence

No time left to learn the ropes
Or mop no runny noses
Share a feast of shattered hopes
No time to smell the roses

Put your foot down on the gas
And catch those funny cars
Take a left-turn at [my ass]
And head home to the stars

When the bullet left the gun
Ain't no time left to duck
Do not ask what must be done
Get in and drive the truck