In the last two weeks my 4 1/2 year old son has been asking for me to play Time when we are in the car. Often he will suggest “AGAIN!”. LOL! I think maybe he likes the alarm clocks at the beginning but I also catch him mouthing the words. I decided to look them up and study the lyrics and interpret them for me. It is interesting what they meant to me. For years I have heard this song but never really listened. Take a look now at the lyrics and see if they have any special meaning for you.

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home
to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.

Lyrics by Pink Floyd ((Mason, Waters, Wright, Gilmour)

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