Ticking away 
the moment that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste 
the hours in an off hand 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
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
And racing around 
to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the 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
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
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