Pink Floyd - Time

Fearing Backing track (short) version

Intro: E  F#
F#                                       A
Ticking away the moments that make up the dull day
    E                                          F#
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
F#                                         A
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town

E                                                F#
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

D                                A    
Tired of ly-ing in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
D                                  A                                                
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today

D                              C#  
And then one day, you find.... ten years have got behind you
B                            E
No one told you when to run. You missed the starting gun.

[Solo]  F# A E F#     D     C#   B   E

         F#                                                A
When you run and you run-to catch up with the Sun, but it's sinking
E                                     F#
Racing around to come up behind you again
F#                                               A
The Sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
E                                        F#
Shorter of breath, and one day closer to death

D                              A    
Every year is getting shorter; never seem to find the time
D                                    A    
Plans that either come to naught, or half a page of scribbled lines

D                         C#                        B  
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way. The time is gone, the song is over
                              B                   
Thought I'd something more to say-e-ay-ay

Em      A       Em        A

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

C                              Bm
Far away across the field, the tolling of the iron bell
F                                  G
Calls the faithful to their knees, to hear the softly

D       D         Bm
spoken  magic     spell