Time

TIME - Pink Floyd

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 hometown

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 (oh, oh)

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 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 spells