PinkFloyd:Time

Tickingawaythemomentsthatmakeupadullday

Youfritterandwastethehoursinanoffhandway.

Kickingaroundonapieceofgroundinyourhometown

Waitingforsomeoneorsomethingtoshowyoutheway.

Tiredoflyinginthesunshinestayinghometowatchtherain.

Youareyoungandlifeislongandthereistimetokilltoday.

Andthenonedayyoufindtenyearshavegotbehindyou.

Noonetoldyouwhentorun,youmissedthestartinggun.

Soyourunandyouruntocatchupwiththesunbutit‘ssinking

Racingaroundtocomeupbehindyouagain.

Thesunisthesameinarelativewaybutyou‘reolder,

Shorterofbreathandonedayclosertodeath.

Everyyearisgettingshorterneverseemtofindthetime.

Plansthateithercometonaughtorhalfapageofscribbledlines

HangingoninquietdesperationistheEnglishway

Thetimeisgone,thesongisover,

ThoughtI‘dsomethingmoretosay.

Iliketobehere,butIcan‘t.

WhenIcomehomealreadytired.

Scrolltowarmmybodybesidethefire.