Thursday, March 12, 2009

Time

Time

It is an enemy to me. There is never enough, especially on here. For all of you who keep up with your blogs and blog subscriptions, as well as comments, I don't know how you do it. With my job, I'm only on for like an hour or two each night. Only on Fridays and Saturdays am I able to concentrate fully on them. I was thinking of this as I drove to work this morning and this song played.






Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town

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 its 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 Id something more to say


Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired

Its 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.


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