Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
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
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
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
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
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
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
Lyrics submitted by Demau Senae, edited by bobert123987
Time Lyrics as written by Nicholas Berkeley Mason David Jon Gilmour
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Unison Rights S.L., Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Geekgirl87 thà t's right on the spot!
,the sun is a marker a time, rise set, but fear of the unknown , a British(English ) thing , home comforts, fear of change keep use in the rut, as is said procrastination is the thief of time
Since I discovered it, it became -with It's raining again by Supertramp- my daily songs, just to remind me...
Anyhow, I'm going to steal your comment to put in the book 'of goodies' to leave behind, just for my kiddies, in case I don't live long enough to explain them!
Thanks for putting this interpretation so clearly!
Sorry that I stole. But I'll quote you.
;-)
Of course, Pink Floyd never meant to say the answer is to become a catholic monk, but maybe to have faith in your dreams.
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun"
sometimes i feel like i missed out on some of the most important times of my life