Time

	  		Intro: (E  F#m (5x) / F#m A E F#m   
    

  F#m                                                      A    
 Ticking away the moments that make a dull day    
       E                                                        F#m    
 You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way    
  F#m                                                              A    
 Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town    
  E                                                                  F#m     
 Waiting for someone or something to show you the way    
  D7+                                        A7+      
 Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain    
 D7+                                              A7+    
 You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today    
 D7+                                C#m7       
 And then one day you find ten years have got behind you    
 Bm7                                    E    
 No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun    
    
Solo  F#m A E F#m (repeat)
D7+ A7+ (2x) / D7+ C#m Bm E   
  
      F#m                                                                            A   
 And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking    
      E                                                             F#m     
 And racing around to come up behind you again    
     F#m                                                                   A    
 The sun is the same in the relative way but you're older    
       E                                                              F#m    
 And shorter of breath and one day closer to death    
  D7+                                        A7+              
 Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time    
  D7+                                                  A7+      
 Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines    
D7+                                 C#m7    
 Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way    
     Bm7                                                                           (F)    Em7                      
 The time is gone the song is over thought I'd something more to say    

 (Em7 A7)   

Em7               A7   
Home, home again.   
Em7                              A7   
I like to be here when I can.   
Em7                                         A7   
When I come home cold and tired   
     Em7                                                     A7   
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire.   

C7+   
Far away across the field   
    Bm7   
The tolling of the iron bell   
F7+   
Calls the faithful to their knees   
   G7+              D7/9+   Cº      Bm7   
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.