>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
>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