Time

Pink Floyd

   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
   
2. 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 to day
   And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
   No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
   
3. 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
   
4. 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

5. Home, home again                       
   I like to be here when I can           
   And when I come home cold and tired    
   Its good to warm my bones beside the fi
   Far away across the field              
   The tolling of the iron bell           
   Calls the faithful to their knees      
   To hear the softly spoken magic spells.