Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You 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
And 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
Hanging on in quiet desperation
Is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over
Thought I’d something more to say.
As I grow older, and shorter of breath (and one day closer to death) these lyrics hit heavier and heavier.