Time
Pink Floyd
E E F#m F#m
F#m F#m A A
E E F#m F#m
F#mTicking away the moments that make up a Adull day
EFritter and waste the hours in an offhand F#mway
F#mKicking around on a piece of ground in your Ahometown
EWaiting for someone or something to show you the F#mway
Dmaj7Tired of lying in the sunshine, Amaj7staying home to watch the rain
Dmaj7You are young and life is long, and Amaj7there is time to kill today
Dmaj7And then one day you find, C#m7ten years have got behind you
Hm7No one told you when to run E You missed the starting gun
F#m A E F#m
Dmaj7 Amaj7 Dmaj7 Amaj7 Dmaj7 C#m7 Hm7 E
And you F#mrun and you run to catch up with the Sun, but it's Asinking;
ERacing around to come up behind you F#magain.
The F#mSun is the same in a relative way, but you're Aolder,
Eshorter of breath, and one day closer to F#mdeath.
Dmaj7Every year is getting shorter, Amaj7never seem to find the time.
Dmaj7Plans that either come to naught, or Amaj7half a page of scribbled lines.
Dmaj7Hanging on in quiet desperC#m7ation is the English way.
The Hmtime is gone, the song is over. Hm7Thought I'd something F/Hmore to say.
Emadd9 A Emadd9 A
Em7Home, home A7again
Em7I like to be here when I A7can
Em7When I come home, cold and A7tired
It's Em7good to warm my bones beside the A7fire
Cmaj7Far away, across the field
The Hm7tolling of the iron bell
Fmaj7Calls the faithful to their knees
GTo hear the softly D7#9spoken D7b9magic Hmspell