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
And you are young
and life is long
and there is 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
And you run and you run
to 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 quiet
desperation is the English way
The time is gone,
the song is over,
thought I'd something
more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home
cold and tired
It’s good to warm my bones
beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful
to their knees
To hear the softly spoken
magic
