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.

So 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.

Time | Pink Floyd | The Dark Side of the Moon