핑크플로이드
ticking away the
moment that make up
a dull day
you fritter and waste
the hours in and
off hand way
kicking a round 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 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 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