Time

Ticking away, the moments that make up a dull day

Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine

Staying home to watch the rain

You are young and life is long

There's always time to kill today

And then one day you find

Ten years have got behind you

No one told you when to run

You missed the starting gun

So you run and you run, you catch up with the sun, but it's sinking

Racing around to come up behind you again

The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter

Never seem to find the time

Plans that either come to naught

Or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way

Time is gone, the song is over

Thought I'd something more to say