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 lying in the sunshine Staying home to watch the rain You are young and life is long And there is time to kill And then one day you find Ten years have got behind you No one told you where to run You missed the starting gun And so you run and you run To catch up with 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 Pans that either come to naught Or half a page of scribbled line Hanging on in quiet desperation Is the English way The Time is gone The song is over Thought I'd something more to say