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 naught or half a page of scribbled lines  Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way  The time has 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 ...