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 hometown  Waiting for someone or something  To show the way  Tired of lying in the sunshine  Staying here to watch the rain  You are young and life is long  There's always time to kill today  And then one day you'll 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 its sinking  Racing around to come up behind you again  The sun is the same in the 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 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 spell