Intro (lasts about 2:10)

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 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.

Home

Home again

I like to be 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