T^F#micking away the moments that make a dull day ^A You fr^Eitter and waste the hours in an ^F#moff hand way K^F#micking around on a piece of ground in yo^Aur home town W^Eaiting for someone or something to sh^F#mow you the way T^D7+ired of lying in the sunshine sta^A7+ying home to watch the rain ^D7+You are young and life is long ^A7+and there is time to kill today ^D7+And then one day you fi^C#m7nd ten years have got behind you ^Bm7No one told you when to ^Erun, you missed the starting gun

And y^F#mou run and you run to catch up with the sun, but ^Ait's sinking And r^Eacing around to come up behind you again ^F#m The ^F#msun is the same in the relative way but you^A're older And sh^Eorter of breath and one day closer to^F#m death E^D7+very year is getting shorter ne^A7+ver seem to find the time P^D7+lans that either come to naught ^A7+or half a page of scribbled lines ^D7+ Hanging on in quiet de^C#m7speration is the English way The ^Bm7time is gone the song is over thought I'd something^F more ^Em7to say

^Em7Home, home again. ^{A7 Em7}I like to be here when I can. ^{A7 Em7}When I come home cold and tired ^A7 It's ^Em7good to warm my bones beside the fire. ^A7

^C7+Far away across the field The ^Bm7tolling of the iron bell ^F7+Calls the faithful to their knees To ^G7+hear the softly s[D7/9+]poken ma[Cº]gic spel^Bm7ls.