{title:Time}
{artist:Pink Floyd}
{define:Em9 base-fret 5 frets x 3 1 3 3 x}
{define:D7#9 base-fret 4 frets x 2 1 2 3 x}
{define:D7b9 base-fret 4 frets x 2 1 2 1 x}

{sov:[Intro]}
(4 bars for each chord)
[E]  [] [F#m] [] [E] [] [F#m]
[E]  [] [F#m] [] [E] [] [F#m]
[F#m] [] [A]  [] [E] [] [F#m]
{eov}


{sov:Verse 1:}
[F#m]Ticking away the moments that make up a du[A]ll day
[E]fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand [F#m]way
[F#m]Kicking around on a piece of ground in your [A]hometown
[E]waiting for someone or something to show you the [F#m]way
{eov}


{soc:Chorus 1:}
[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 to-day, and
[Dmaj7]then one day, you find ten [C#m7]years have got be-hind you.
[Bm]No one told you when to run [] [E]
[E]You missed the starting gun
{eoc}


{sov:Verse 2:}
[F#m]And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sink[A]ing
[E]racing around to come up behind you a[F#m]gain.
The [F#m]sun is the same in a relative way, but you're old[A]er,
[E]shorter of breath, and one day clos-er to de[F#m]ath
{eov}


{soc:Chorus 2:}
[Dmaj7]Every year is geting shorter, ne[Amaj7]ver 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 desperation [C#m7]is the English way.
[Bm]The time is gone, the song is over,
[Bm7]hought I'd something [F]more to say
{eoc}


{sov:[Coda]}
[Em9]Home, home aga[A]in
[Em9]I like to be here when I [A]can
[Em9]When I come home, cold and [A]tired
[Em9]It's good to warm my bones beside the [A]fire
[Cmaj7]Far away, across the field
[Bm]Tolling of the iron bell
[Fmaj7]Calls the faithful to their knees
[G]To hear the softly [D7#9]spoken [D7b9]magic [Bm]spell
{eov}