Verse 1:
Gbm                                       A
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
E                                          Gbm
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Gbm                                         A
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
E                                                 Gbm
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
 
Chorus:
Dmaj7                           Amaj7
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
Dmaj7                               Amaj7
You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
Dmaj7                          Dbm7
     And then one day you find,   ten years have got behind you
Bm7                           E
No one told you when to run ... You missed the starting gun
 
Solo:
   Gbm    A    E    Gbm    x4
   Dmaj7  Amaj7  Dmaj7  Amaj7  Dmaj7  Dbm7  Bm7  E
 
Verse 2:
         Gbm                                                A
And you run and you run to catch up with the Sun, but it's sinking;
E                                     Gbm
Racing around to come up behind you again.
    Gbm                                            A
The Sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older,
E                                         Gbm
shorter of breath, and one day closer to death.
 
Dmaj7                          Amaj7
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time.
Dmaj7                                Amaj7
Plans that either come to naught, or half a page of scribbled lines.
Dmaj7                     Dbm7
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way.
    Bm7                             Bm7                   F  
The time is gone, the song is over. Thought I'd something more to say.
 
Interlude: Em    A    Em    A
 
Verse 3:
Em7           A
 Home, home again
Em7                      A
I like to be here when I can
Em7                         A
 When I come home, cold and tired
Em7                                  A
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Cmaj7
Far away, across the field
Bm
Tolling on the iron bell
Fmaj7
Calls the faithful to their knees
G                  D7     D7    Bm
To hear the softly spoken magic spell
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