Ticking away the moments that make up a dull dayYou fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand wayKicking around on a piece of ground in your home townWaiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rainAnd you are young and life is long, and there is time to kill todayAnd then one day you find ten years have got behind youNo 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 sinkingRacing around to come up behind you againSun is the same, in a relative way, but you're olderShorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the timePlans that either come to naught, or half a page of scribbled linesHanging on in quiet desperation is the English wayThe time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say
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