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   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      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   The tolling of the iron bell   Calls the faithful to their knees   To hear the softly spoken magic spells