Tuesday, 15 January 2008

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  Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
  You 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 one day you find ten years have got behind you.
  No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
  
  So 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.

  Yesterday I turned 49.

  Today is the first day of the rest of your life.

  So, so you think you can tell
  Heaven from Hell,
  Blue skys from pain.
  Can you tell a green field
  From a cold steel rail?
  A smile from a veil?
  Do you think you can tell?
  
  And did they get you to trade
  Your heros for ghosts?
  Hot ashes for trees?
  Hot air for a cool breeze?
  Cold comfort for change?
  And did you exchange
  A walk on part in the war
  For a lead role in a cage?
  
  How I wish, how I wish you were here.
  We're just two lost souls
  Swimming in a fish bowl,
  Year after year,
  Running over the same old ground.
  What have we found?
  The same old fears.
  Wish you were here.

   

   

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