Time - Pink Floyd

 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