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 living in the sun
Staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long
And there is time to kill
No one told you where to run
You miss the starting gun
And so 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
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 lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation
Is the English way
The time is gone
The song is over
Thought I'd had more to say
