
Fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
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 it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're 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 I'd something more to say
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
It's 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 spell
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Writer(s): Richard William Wright, Nicholas Berkeley Mason, David Jon Gilmour, George Roger Waters
The clock sounds on this song were recorded by a sound engineer Alan Parsons in a clock shop. He said to the band when they gathered for the recording, "Listen, I just did all these things, I did all these clocks," and the band listened to his tape and said, "Great! Stick it on!" David Gilmour recalled in a 1984 interview, "And that, actually, is Alan Parsons' idea."
The last paragraph of this song's lyrics is called "Breathe Reprise" and it was originally the third verse of the song "Breathe" that precedes "Time". Roger Waters explained, "The decision to place Breathe Reprise after Time arose during the process of working the piece up live before we started recording."