| E | F#m | E | F#m |
| F#m | A |
| Ticking away the moments that make up a | dull day |
| E | F#m |
| Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand | way |
| F#m | A |
| Kicking around on a piece of ground in your | hometown |
| E | F#m |
| Waiting for someone or something to show you the | way |
| Dmaj7 |
| Tired of lying in the sunshine |
| Amaj7 |
| Staying home to watch the rain |
| Dmaj7 |
| You are young and life is long and |
| Amaj7 |
| There is time to kill today |
| Dmaj7 |
| And then one day you find |
| C#m7 |
| Ten years have got behind you |
| Bm7 |
| No one told you when to run |
| E |
| You missed the starting gun |
| F#m | A | E | F#m |
| F#m | A | E | F#m |
| F#m | A | |
| You | run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sink | ing |
| E | F#m |
| Racing around to come up behind you a | gain |
| F#m | A | |
| The | sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re | older |
| E | F#m |
| Shorter of breath, and one day closer to | death |
| Dmaj7 |
| Every year is geting shorter |
| Amaj7 |
| Never seem to find the time |
| Dmaj7 |
| Plans that either come to naught or |
| Amaj7 |
| Half a page of scribbled lines |
| Dmaj7 |
| Hanging on in quiet |
| C#m7 | |
| Despera | tion is the English way |
| Bm7 | |
| The | time is gone, the song is over |
| F/B | |
| Thought I’d something | more to say |
| Em9 | A7 |
| Em9 | A7 |
| Em9 | A7 |
| Home home a | gain |
| Em9 | A7 |
| I like to be here when I c | an |
| Em9 | A7 |
| When I come home cold and | tired |
| Em9 | A7 | |
| It’s | good to warm my bones beside the f | ire |
| Cmaj7 | Bm7 |
| Far away across the field the | tolling of the iron bell |
| Fmaj7 | G |
| Calls the faithful to their knees to | hear the softly |
| D7#9 | Cdim/Eb | Bm |
| Spoken | magic | spell |