Pink Floyd

^F#mi Ticking away the moments that make up a ^A dull day
You ^E fritter and waste the hours in an off hand ^F#mi way
^F#mi Kicking around on a piece of ground in your ^A home town
^E Waiting for someone or something to show you the ^F#mi 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 to day
^Dmaj7 And then one day you find ^C#mi7 ten years have got behind you
^Hmi7 No one told you when to run, ^E you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the 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