Time

Ticking away the moments
That make up a dull day

Fritter and waist the hours
In an off-hand way

Kicking around on 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

You are young and life is long
And there is time to kill

And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you

No one told you where to run
You missed the starting gun

And so you run and you run
To catch up with 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

Pans that either come to naught
Or half a page of scribbled line

Hanging on in quiet desperation
Is the English way

The Time is gone
The song is over
Thought I'd something more to say