Time
pink floyd


ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
you fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
kicking around on a peice of ground in your home town
waiting for someone or something to 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 gotten 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 way in a relative way, but your
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 it quiet desperation is the english way
the time has gone, the song is over, thought i'd something more to say



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