Time
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull dayFritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home townWaiting 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 sinkingRacing 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 linesHanging on in quiet desparation is the English wayThe time is gone, the song is over,Thought I'd something more to say.
Home, home againI like to be here when I canWhen I come home cold and tiredIt's good to warm my bones beside the fireFar away, across the fieldThe tolling of the iron bellCalls the faithful to their kneesTo hear the softly spoken magic spells