Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day 
                                            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


                                                              《Time — Pink Floyd》