( by a muse mi)

(Follow me and enjoy this classic!)

Ticking away the moments

that make up a dull day

Fritter and waste the

hours in an off hand 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

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

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