Time

Dicking away the moments that make up a dull day

Fritter and waste the hours in an unfair way

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired and 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

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

Mature older, shorter of breath, one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time

Plans that either come too old, 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

And when I come home cold and tired, it's good to warm my bones beside the fire.

And far away, across the fields, the tolling of the iron bell,

calls the faithful to their knees to hear the softly spoken magic spell.