(Intro)
(Lead Guitar with percussion)
(Verse 1)
[F#m]Ticking away the moments that make up a du[A]ll day
[E]Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand w[F#m]ay
[F#m]Kicking around on a piece of ground in your [A]hometown
[E]Waiting for someone or something to show you the w[F#m]ay
(Chorus)
[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 today
[Dmaj7] And then one day you find,[C#m7] ten years have got behind you
[Bm7]No one told you when to run ..[E]. You missed the starting gun
(Guitar Solo)
[F#m] [A] [E] [F#m] (x4)
[Dmaj7] [Amaj7] [Dmaj7] [Amaj7] [Dmaj7] [C#m7] [Bm7] [E]
(Verse 2)
And you r[F#m]un and you run to catch up with the Sun, but it’s s[A]inking;
[E]Racing around to come up behind you ag[F#m]ain.
The [F#m]Sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re o[A]lder,
[E]shorter of breath, and one day closer to d[F#m]eath.
[Dmaj7]Every year is getting shorter, [Amaj7]never seem to find the time.
[Dmaj7]Plans that either come to naught, or [Amaj7]half a page of scribbled
lines.
[Dmaj7]Hanging on in quiet desper[C#m7]ation is the English way.
The [Bm7]time is gone, the song is over. [Bm7]Thought I’d something [F/B]more
to say.
[Em] [A] [Em] [A]
(Verse 3)
[Em7] Home, home ag[A]ain
[Em7]I like to be here when I [A]can
[Em7] When I come home, cold and [A]tired
[Em7]It’s good to warm my bones beside the[A] fire
[Cmaj7]Far away, across the field
[Bm]Tolling on the iron bell
[Fmaj7]Calls the faithful to their knees
[G]To hear the softly [D7#9]spoken [D7b9]magic [Bm]spell