Lyrics

[Verse 1: David Gilmour and Richard Wright] Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day Fritter and waste the hours inanoffhand way Kicking aroundon a piece of ground inyour hometown Waiting for someone or something to show you theway Tiredoflying in thesunshine, staying hometo 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 [Guitar Solo] [Verse 2: David Gilmour and Richard Wright] 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 day 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 [Outro: David Gilmour] Home, home again I like to be here when I can And when I come home cold and tired It's good to warm my bones beside the fire Far away across the field The tolling of the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells