Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way

Kicking around on a peice 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 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 its sinking

And racing around to come up behind you again

The sun is the same in a realative 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 has gone, the song is over,

thought I'd something more to say