| E | F#m | |
| |: | /++++/++++/++++/++++ | /++++/++++/++++/++++ :| x 4 |
| F#m | A | |
| /++++/++++/++++/++++ | /++++/++++/++++/++++ |
| E | F#m | |
| /++++/++++/++++/++++ | /++++/++++/++++/++++ |
| F#m | A | Asus | A | |
| Ticking away the moments that make up the | dull day, |
| E | F#m | |
| Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand | way |
| A | |
| Kicking around on a piece of ground in your | home town |
| E | F#m | |
| Waiting for someone or something to show you the | way |
| Dmaj7 | |
| Tired of lying in the sunshine, |
| Amaj7 | |
| Staying home to watch the rain, |
| Dmaj7 | |
| You are young and life is long |
| Amaj7 | |
| and there is time to kill today, |
| Dmaj7 | C#m7 | |
| And then one day you find | ten years have got behind you |
| Bm7 | |
| No one told you when to run |
| E | E7 | |
| You missed the starting | gun |
| F#m | A | |
| And you | run, you catch up with the sun - but it's | sinking |
| E | F#m | |
| Racing around to come up behind you | again |
| A | |
| The sun is the same in a relative way but your | older |
| E | F#m | |
| Shorter of breath and one day closer to | death |
| Dmaj7 | |
| Every year is getting shorter |
| Amaj7 | |
| Never seem to find the time |
| Dmaj7 | |
| Plans that either come to naught |
| Amaj7 | |
| Or half a page of scribbled lines |
| Dmaj7 | C#m | |
| Hanging on in quiet despe- | -ration is the English way |
| Bm | |
| The | time is gone the song is over |
| Bm7 | F | |
| thought I'd something | more to say. |
| Em | A7 | |
| |: | / + + + + | / + + + + :| x 2 |