Time

Ticking away the moments
That make up a dull day
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 the 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.

Home
Home again
I like to be here
When I can.

When I come home
Cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones
Beside the fire.

Far away
Across the field
Tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell.