Soldaditos de plomo mutilados

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a peice 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 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 its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a realative 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 has gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

Pink Floyd- Time