Tom: F#m
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F#m A
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
E F#m
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
F#m A
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
E F#m
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
D7+ A7+
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
D7+ A7+
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
D7+
And then one day you find
C#m
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
E
You missed the starting gun
F#m A E F#m
F#m A E F#m
F#m A E F#m
F#m A E F#m
D7+ A7+
D7+ A7+
D7+ C#m Bm E
F#m A
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
E F#m
Racing around to come up behind you again
F#m A
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older
E F#m
Shorter of breath, and one day closer to death
D7+ A7+
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time
D7+ A7+
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
D7+ C#m
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
Bm
The time is gone, the song is over
B7#9 B7b9
Thought I'd something more to say
Em A
Em A
Home, home again
Em A
I like to be here when I can
Em A
When I come home, cold and tired
Em A
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
C7+
Far away, across the field
Bm
The tolling of the iron bell
F7+
Calls the faithful to their knees
G D7#9 D7b9 Bm
To hear the softly spoken magic spell
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