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
 And 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 [bad word]  you missed the starting gun

 And [bad word] and [bad word] to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
 Racing around [bad word] 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 [bad word] to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
 Hanging on 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
 And when [bad word] 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 spells