| Song | Time |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Album | Jazz and 70s |
| [00:19.890] | Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day |
| [00:28.190] | You’re fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way |
| [00:36.790] | Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town |
| [00:45.090] | Waiting for someone or something to show you the way |
| [00:53.890] | Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain |
| [01:02.290] | You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today |
| [01:11.890] | And then one day you find ten years have got behind you |
| [01:19.490] | No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun |
| [02:03.090] | And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking |
| [02:10.090] | And racing around to come up behind you again |
| [02:19.890] | The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older |
| [02:28.090] | Shorter of breath and one day closer to death |
| [02:37.190] | Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time |
| [02:45.690] | Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines |
| [02:54.090] | Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way |
| [03:02.490] | The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say |
| [03:29.490] | Home home again, |
| [03:37.490] | I like to be here when I can |
| [03:45.090] | And when I come home cold and tired |
| [03:54.490] | It's good to warm my bones beside the fire |
| [04:02.290] | Far away across the filed |
| [04:06.190] | The tolling of the iron bell |
| [04:11.190] | Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells |
| [00:19.890] | Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day |
| [00:28.190] | You' re fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way |
| [00:36.790] | Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town |
| [00:45.090] | Waiting for someone or something to show you the way |
| [00:53.890] | Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain |
| [01:02.290] | You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today |
| [01:11.890] | And then one day you find ten years have got behind you |
| [01:19.490] | No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun |
| [02:03.090] | And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it' s sinking |
| [02:10.090] | And racing around to come up behind you again |
| [02:19.890] | The sun is the same in a relative way, but you' re older |
| [02:28.090] | Shorter of breath and one day closer to death |
| [02:37.190] | Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time |
| [02:45.690] | Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines |
| [02:54.090] | Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way |
| [03:02.490] | The time is gone, the song is over, thought I' d something more to say |
| [03:29.490] | Home home again, |
| [03:37.490] | I like to be here when I can |
| [03:45.090] | And when I come home cold and tired |
| [03:54.490] | It' s good to warm my bones beside the fire |
| [04:02.290] | Far away across the filed |
| [04:06.190] | The tolling of the iron bell |
| [04:11.190] | Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells |