“Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste hours in an offhand way Kicking around on piece of ground your hometown Waiting for someone or something to show you Tired lying sunshine Staying home watch rain And are young life is long there time kill today then one find Ten years have got behind No told when run missed starting gun run catch with sun But it's sinking Racing come again The same relative you're older Shorter breath closer death Every year getting shorter Never seem Plans either naught Or half page scribbled lines Hanging quiet desperation Is English gone song over Thought I'd more say Home I like be here can When cold tired It's good warm my bones beside fire Far away across field tolling iron bell Calls faithful their knees To hear softly spoken magic spells”