Here's one for the ages. Listening to it going to work today watching a beautiful Tennessee sunrise. Heard this when it first came out in 1973 and it has stuck with me ever since. The words are about as close to a soundtrack of my life as one can get, aside from some tunes by the Eagles. Enjoy!

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day/ Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.../ Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town,/ Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain/ You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today/ And then the one day you find ten years have got behind you/ No one told you when to run you missed the starting gun...

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking/ Racing around to come up behind you again/ The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older/ Shorter of breath and one day closer to death...

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time/ Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines/ Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way/ The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say....

Here's one for the ages. Listening to it going to work today watching a beautiful Tennessee sunrise. Heard this when it first came out in 1973 and it has stuck with me ever since. The words are about as close to a soundtrack of my life as one can get, aside from some tunes by the Eagles. Enjoy!

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day/ Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.../ Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town,/ Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain/ You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today/ And then the one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run you missed the starting gun...

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking/ Racing around to come up behind you again/ The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older/ Shorter of breath and one day closer to death...

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time/ Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines/ Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way/ The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say....

Here's one for the ages. Listening to it going to work today watching a beautiful Tennessee sunrise. Heard this when it first came out in 1973 and it has stuck with me ever since. The words are about as close to a soundtrack of my life as one can get, aside from some tunes by the Eagles. Enjoy!

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way... Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town, Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today And then the one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run you missed the starting gun...

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking Racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older Shorter of breath and one day closer to death...

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say....

Here's one for the ages. Listening to it going to work today watching a beautiful Tennessee sunrise. Heard this when it first came out in 1973 and it has stuck with me ever since. The words are about as close to a soundtrack of my life as one can get, aside from some tunes by the Eagles. Enjoy!

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day Fritter and waste the hours In an off-hand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town Waiting for someone or something to show you the way;

Tired of lying in the sunshine Staying home to watch the rain You are young and life is long And there is time to kill today

And then the one day you find Ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run You missed the starting gun

And you run and you run To catch up with the sun But it's sinking

Racing around To come up behind you again

The sun is the same In a relative way But you're older

Shorter of breath And one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter Never seem to find the time

Plans that either come to naught Or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desperation Is the English way

The time is gone The song is over Thought I'd something more to say

Home Home again I like to be here When I can

When I come home Cold and tired It's good to warm my bones Beside the fire

Far away Across the field Tolling on the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spell...