Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand 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 one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun


So 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