F#M Dmaj7 Amaj7 C#m7 Bm7 Bm7
F#M Dmaj7 Amaj7 C#m7 Bm7 Bm7
F#M Dmaj7 Amaj7 C#m7 Bm7 Bm7
Scale:A
-9
F#m Dmaj7 Amaj7 C#m7 Bm7 Bm7
-5
F#m A
Tick-ing a-way the moments that make up a dull
day;
E
F#m
frit-ter and waste the hours in an off-hand way;
A
Kick-ing a-round on a piece of ground--in your
hometown;
E
F#m
wait-ing for some-one or some-thing to show_you
the way.----
Dmaj7 Amaj7
Tired of ly--ing in the sun--shine,stay-ing home--
to watch the rain,
Dmaj7 Amaj7
Dmaj7
you are young and life is long,and there is time
to kill to-day.
C#m7
And then one day,you find--ten years have got be-
hind you.
Bm7 E
F#m
No one told you when to run....You missed the
start--ing gun.
F#m
A
run and you run-to catch up with the Sun, but it's
sink-ing;
E F#m
rac-ing a-round to come up be--hind you a--gain.
A
The Sun is the same in a rel-a-tive way, but
you're old-er,
E
F#m
short-er of breath, and one-day clos-er to death.
Dmaj7 Amaj7
Ev--'ry year is get--ing short-er, nev-er seem to
find the time.
Dmaj7 Amaj7
Plans that ei-ther come to naught, or half a page
of scrib-bled lines.
Dmaj7 C#m7
Bm7
Hang-ing on in qui-et des--per-a---tion is the
Eng-lish way. The time is gone.
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Bm7
-5
The song is o--ver. Thought I'd some-thing more to
say.