TICKING away the moments that make 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 you’ve 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

HOME, home again
I like to be here when I can
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