Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

Spreading away the hours in an odd, bad way

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown

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, there is time to kill today

And then one day you find ten years have got behind you

No one told you where to run, here is the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking

Racing around, you come up behind, you are dead

The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older

Shorter of breath and one day you're 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

I thought I had something more to say

Home, home again

I'd like to be there when I can

Winter is coming, it's cold and dire

Got to warm up up beside the fire