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. |
