Time

Ticking away the moments

That make up a dull day

Fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground

In your hometown

Waiting for someone or something

To show the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine

Staying here to watch the rain

You are young and life is long

There's always time to kill today

And then one day you'll 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 to catch up with the sun

But its sinking

Racing around to come up behind you again

The sun is the same in the 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

The time is gone the song is over

Thought I'd something more to say

Home, home again

I like to here when I can

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 spell