No Time
Blake Lyrics

If I could pick any direction
Given the opportunity, I would choose to go back in time.

I'd move backwards in time
I desire to go in the opposite direction of the present.

But if that is not an option
In case going back in time is not possible.

I guess Southwest will do fine
In that case, I suppose going in a southwestern direction will suffice.

White paint chipping off the mountain
The mountain has deteriorating white paint.

As I head on down the range
While I proceed along the mountainous area.

I'm either seeing things clearly
I might be perceiving things with clarity.

Or I've finally gone insane
Alternatively, I may have reached a state of madness.

I said goodbye to all the folks
I bid farewell to everyone I knew.

In the old world I used to know
In the previous world that I was familiar with.

I left a sad and scornful lover
I departed from a lover who was both saddened and resentful.

At my band's farewell show
During the concert where my band said goodbye to their fans.

And I'm picking up the pieces
I am trying to recover and move on.

But I'm leaving most behind
However, I am leaving many things behind in the process.

And if bad news travels fast
Considering that negative information spreads quickly.

I guess I'll be there in no time
I assume I will be present at the destination promptly.

You'll see me there in no time
You will observe my arrival without delay.

And I was hungover in Oakland
I was feeling the effects of excessive alcohol consumption in Oakland.

Now I'm laid up in LA
Currently, I am recovering in a resting position in Los Angeles.

By some strange kind of sickness
Due to an unfamiliar and peculiar illness.

That I cannot seem to shake
Which I am unable to get rid of.

And my hands are all calloused
My hands have hardened skin, indicative of hard work.

In this smoggy sunny palace
Within this polluted yet sunny place.

Where dreams roll down from the desert
Where aspirations flow down from the desert region.

To come and haunt me in the day
To visit and disturb me during daylight hours.

And the streets are full of garbage
The streets are filled with trash and waste.

And the palm trees grow untrimmed
The palm trees are not properly maintained or pruned.

And is it fog or is it smog
I am unsure whether it is fog or polluted air.

Coming off the water or the engines
Originating from either the water or the machinery.

I don't know
I am uncertain.

Now I got fire in my throat
I am experiencing a burning sensation in my throat.

And my ears are clogged with sand
My ears feel blocked due to the presence of sand.

And I'm stumbling off the stage
I am clumsily moving away from the performance area.

And the dogs are barking with the band
The dogs are joining in with the musicians' noise.

Passing out inside of venues
Losing consciousness within the venues.

Like ships passing in the night
Similar to ships that pass each other in the darkness without interacting.

We're all lonely as lighthouses
Each of us feels isolated and alone, resembling lighthouses.

We're just trying to stay bright
We are simply striving to maintain our inner spark and radiance.

And all the people in the crowd are clean
The individuals in the audience are all pure or wholesome.

They just groom in different ways
They maintain their purity through various methods.

Scrubbing to see if they're themselves
Cleansing themselves to discover their true identities.

Or if they're just going through a phase
To determine if their current state is only temporary.

While I am picking up the pieces
Meanwhile, I am trying to recover from my past experiences.

But I'm leaving most behind
Although, I am leaving behind a majority of my past.

And this train is off the rails
The situation has become chaotic and unpredictable.

But I'll still get there in no time
Nevertheless, I will reach my destination quickly.

You'll see me there in no time
You will witness my swift arrival.