Ticking away
The moments that make up
a dull day
Fritter and waste
the hours in
an offhand way
Kicking around
On a piece 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
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
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
And when I come home
cold and tired
It's good to warm
my bones beside the fire
Far away
across the field
The tolling of
the iron bell
Calls the faithful
to their knees
To hear the softly
spoken magic spells