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
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