Left my watch on the nightstand before I hit the door
Left my shoes somewhere back there where the sand meets the floor
Checked my phone for the last time somewhere early on
Set it face-down on the rail and now it's gone
Something hit the moment that the salt air touched my skin
That version of today was never coming back again
No shoes, no clocks, no reason to stop
Somewhere between a drink and a dock
No plan, no phone, no schedule in sight
No shoes, no clocks — just tonight
Somebody put in an order somewhere round an hour back
Pretty sure the kitchen gave up — nobody's keeping track
Sun moved halfway 'cross the sky while we were talking about nothing
Never got around to anything worth discussing
Turns out the nothing was the whole entire point
That's the thing about this kind of joint
No shoes, no clocks, no reason to stop
Somewhere between a drink and a dock
No plan, no phone, no schedule in sight
No shoes, no clocks — just tonight
There's a version of you that's got somewhere to be
A schedule and a reason and a place he needs to leave
But that guy is never gonna find you at this dock today
Some things are better left on the other side of the bay
No shoes, no clocks, no reason to stop
Somewhere between a drink and a dock
No plan, no phone, no schedule in sight
No shoes, no clocks — just tonight
No shoes, no clocks, no reason to stop
Somewhere between a drink and a dock
No shoes…
No clocks…
No reason to stop…