“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
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 (1973)