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Album: Dark Side of the Moon

Words & Music by Roger Waters, Richard Wright, David Gilmour and Nicholas Mason


      
              

        
              

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[Intro]

(Lead Guitar with percussion)


[Verse 1]

           
Ticking away t

              
he moments tha

              
t make up a du


ll day
             
Fritter and wa

              
ste the hours 

              
in an offhand 

 
way
           
Kicking around

              
 on a piece of

              
 ground in you

  
r hometown
             
Waiting for so

              
meone or somet

              
hing to show y

        
ou the way


[Chorus]

         
Tired of lying

              
 in the sunshi

    
ne, staying ho

me to watch th

e rain
         
You are young 

              
and life is lo

        
ng, and there 

is time to kil

l today
         
     And then 

              
one day you fi

   
nd,   ten year

s have got beh

ind you
           
No one told yo

              
u when to run 

  
... You missed

 the starting 

gun


[Guitar Solo]

                x4

              


[Verse 2]

           
And you run an

              
d you run to c

              
atch up with t

              
he Sun, but it

    
's sinking;
             
Racing around 

              
to come up beh

          
ind you again.
           
The Sun is the

              
 same in a rel

              
ative way, but

         
 you're older,
             
shorter of bre

              
ath, and one d

              
ay closer to d


eath.

         
Every year is 

              
getting shorte

   
r, never seem 

to find the ti

me.
         
Plans that eit

              
her come to na

         
ught, or half 

a page of scri

bbled lines.
         
Hanging on in 

            
quiet desperat


ion is the Eng

lish way.
            
The time is go

              
ne, the song i

           
s over. Though

              
t I'd somethin

  
g more to say.

            


[Verse 3]

           
 Home, home ag


ain
           
I like to be h

           
ere when I can
           
 When I come h

              
ome, cold and 


tired
           
It's good to w

              
arm my bones b

         
eside the fire

Far away, acro

ss the field

Tolling on the

 iron bell

Calls the fait

hful to their 

knees
             
To hear the so

        
ftly spoken ma

  
gic spell