Time | Song Three | Pink Floyd

Waste the hours
kicking around
and waiting.  

Tired,
you are young and life is long 
and there is time to kill. 

One day you find ten years 
have got behind you.
No one told you when to run. 

So you run and you run, 
racing,
but you're older.  

A page of scribbled lines,
hanging on in quiet desperation,
the time is gone, 
the song is over.
Thought I'd something more to say. 

Song of Ascent III

Time | Pink Floyd

All of the Songs of Ascent

Two | Time | Cat Stevens

One | Into the Mystic | Van Morrison