Ticking away
The money moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waist the hours in off hand way
Kicking around, on a pieace 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?
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 your older
Shorter of breath
And one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shortter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on a quiet desperation is the english way
The time has 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 fields
Tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to there knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell.