(4 bars for each chord) |
E | F#m | E | F#m | |||
E | F#m | E | F#m | |||
F#m | A | E | F#m | |||
F#m | A |
Ticking away the moments that make up a du | ll day |
E | F#m |
fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand | way |
F#m | A |
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your | hometown |
E | F#m |
waiting for someone or something to show you the | way |
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 to-day, and |
Dmaj7 | C#m7 |
then one day, you find ten | years have got be-hind you. |
Bm | E | |
No one told you when to run |
E |
You missed the starting gun |
F#m | A |
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sink | ing |
E | F#m |
racing around to come up behind you a | gain. |
F#m | A | |
The | sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re old | er, |
E | F#m |
shorter of breath, and one day clos-er to de | ath |
Dmaj7 | Amaj7 |
Every year is geting shorter, ne | ver seem to find the time. |
Dmaj7 | Amaj7 |
Plans that either come to naught, or | half a page of scribbled lines. |
Dmaj7 | C#m7 |
Hanging on in quiet desperation | is the English way. |
Bm |
The time is gone, the song is over, |
Bm7 | F |
hought I’d something | more to say |
Em9 | A |
Home, home aga | in |
Em9 | A |
I like to be here when I | can |
Em9 | A |
When I come home, cold and | tired |
Em9 | A |
It’s good to warm my bones beside the | fire |
Cmaj7 |
Far away, across the field |
Bm |
Tolling of the iron bell |
Fmaj7 |
Calls the faithful to their knees |
G | D7#9 | D7b9 | Bm |
To hear the softly | spoken | magic | spell |