Song: Time

Every year flies faster, there's no time for that
Plans are insignificant as on a half-sheet of verses.
Hang in mute despair - here is the English ideal.
Time's up, the song is sung, I do so said it all.
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.

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.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And suddenly you notice that added another ten years
No one told you when to run you missed the starting gun.

You run and run, the sun fly
But it slips away.
Again race in a circle, and the sun
Now behind,
But the day passed and the sun again ahead,
The mid-day point shines
You become a day older, breathing harder and
Closer deadly shadow.