This song is about how time can slip by, but many people do not realize
it until it is too late. Roger Waters, one of the contributors to Pink Floyd, got the idea when he realized he
was no longer preparing for anything in life, but was right in the
middle of it. He had just turned 28 by then. The song may mean something to Roger Waters personally, but it is essential that one should also draw meaning of the song for the itself.
In the continuation with the thread of "are we enough enterprising?",
this song is just a perfect fit to explain what we are. So true, so
bloody true.
[1]
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
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The time is ticking away in many ways. We have a lot of ways to waste the time, in our own ways, the ways that suit our idiosyncrasies. We are holding onto ourselves, wasting time in doing nothing, sitting on the ideas hatching them, and waiting for someone to show us the way.
[2]
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 the one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun
<lead guitar>
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We think we have a lot of time at hand and keep on wasting the same until suddenly we find we have no time left. Our expectations from others turn out to be flout while the world is following the course of the race. We never got to understand that we actually have never had prepared to face the world and eventually we are left behind.
[3]
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
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And when we realize, it's already very late. We try to ameliorate the losses, we try hard. But our efforts turned out to be futile. We are left behind the world. Eventually, we realized that we have very little time left. We are close to the end of life and there are many things we haven't done.
[4]
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
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Minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day, likewise, years have passed away. We have never had time for our plans. Now the time has gone and we're left to repent. But it's useless now.
[5]
Home, Home again
I like to be here When I can
When I come home Cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones Beside the fire
Far away Across the field tolling on the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell...
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In the end, we are tired. We're close to the end of our lives. Back again, we're forced to get back into our chicken shaded life, what we're habitual of. And that's all. Our time has done, our life is done. We've done nothing worth.