Interpret:

Pink Floyd

Album:

Echoes: The Best Of Pink Floyd (Compilation Album)

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day 
You 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


And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, 
but it's sinking 
And 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 nought, 
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 spells