Lletres: Grace Potter & the Nocturnals. This Is Somewhere. Ain't No Time.

Well, there ain't no time
To let that gun be shy, baby
And there ain't no time
To live up to the lie, baby

And there ain't no time
To let the well run dry, baby
Oh, there's far too many things to do
Before the day is through

Well, there ain't no way
Of pushing back the clocks, baby
And there ain't no way
To make the bad man stop, baby

And, no, there ain't no time to holler out
Until your face turns blue
?Cause there's far too many things to do
Before the day is through
Well, there ain't no time

Well, Purple Mountain's majesty
Has turned all black and blue, baby
Yes, and them shots that fired up the hill
They're headed right for you, baby

And there ain't no time to look me in the eye
Or ask me what I'm doing
Oh, there's far too many things to do
Before the war is through

Said there ain't no time
There ain't no time
No, there ain't no time
I said there ain't no time