Time
Ticking away the moments that make up
a dull day
You 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 nought
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation 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
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
~ Pink Floyd ~
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