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