| In the words of a different (better) band but relevant: >Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day >Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way >Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown >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 >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 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 |