Current mood:

artistic

Time
Ticking away the moments 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
And 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