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 wayTired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long
And there is time to kill todayAnd then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gunAnd 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 deathEvery year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught
Or half a page of scribbled lines (oh, oh)Hanging on in quiet desperation
Is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over
Thought I'd something more to sayHome, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fireFar away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells
Composição: David Gilmour / Nick Mason / Richard Wright / Roger Waters.
