Time sing and play along

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day;

fritter and waste the hours in an off you hand way.

The 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.

Hang And then one day, you find a ten years have got behind you.

No one told you when to run.

ver. You missed the starting gun.

And you run and you run 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 but you're older,

shorter of breath, one and one day to closer to death.

Ev'ry 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 got

English The time is gone.

The song is o ver.

You missed the starting gun.

And you Thought I'd something more to say.