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.
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.
So
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.
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