Ticking away the moments that wake up a dull day 
You 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 [bad word]  you missed the starting gun 

And [bad word] and [bad word] to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking 
And racing around [bad word] up behind you again 
The sun is the same in the 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 in quiet desperation is the English way 
The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say