Time
Pink Floyd
F#m | A | E | |
F#m | A | |
Ticking away the moments that make up the | dull day, |
E | F#m | |
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand | way. |
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. |
D9 | A9 | |
Tired of lying in the sunshine, | Staying home to watch the rain. |
D9 | A9 | A | |
You are young and life is long, | There is time to kill to | day. |
D9 | C#m7 | |
And | then one day you find - | Ten years have got behind you, |
Bm7 | E | F#m | A | E | |
No | one told you when to run - You | missed the starting gun. |
F#m | A | |
And you | run, you catch up with the sun - but it's | sinking, |
E | F#m | |
Racing around to come up behind you a | gain. |
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. |
D9 | |
Every year is getting shorter, |
A9 | |
Never seem to find the time. |
D9 | |
Plans that either come to naught, |
A9 | |
Or half a page of scribbled lines. |
D9 | C#m7 | |
Hanging on in quiet despe | ration is the English way. |
Bm7 | |
The | time is gone the song is over, |
Bm | F/C | Em | |
Thought I'd something | more to | say. |