Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
David Gilmour
Guitar
Guy Pratt
Vocals
Steve Distanislao
Drums
Chester Kamen
Guitar
Chuck Leavell
Keyboards
Greg Phillinganes
Vocals
João Mello
Saxophone
Bryan Chambers
Vocals
Louise Clare Marshall
Vocals
Lucita Jules
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Gilmour
Composer
See Sub-songs
Composer
Nick Mason
Composer
Roger Waters
Composer
Richard Wright
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Gilmour
Producer
Andy Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Damon Iddins
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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 hometown
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
But when I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, across the fields
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell
Written by: David Gilmour, Nick Mason, Richard Wright, Roger Waters, See Sub-songs