Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown Waiting for someone or something to show you the way Tired of lying in the sunshine Staying home to watch the rain And 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 (oh, oh) 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 spells
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown Waiting for someone or something to show you the way Tired of lying in the sunshine Staying home to watch the rain And 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 (oh, oh) 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 spells
A música foi lançada como single nos Estados Unidos, quatro faixas atrás do oitavo álbum da banda, The Dark Side of the Moon, em 1973.
Os vocais principais são um dueto entre o guitarrista David Gilmour e o tecladista Richard Wright, sendo esta a última gravação vocal de Wright com a banda até "Wearing the Inside Out" em 1994.
Os sons icônicos de relógios e alarmes na introdução não foram gravados especificamente para o álbum, mas sim coletados em uma loja de antiguidades como parte de um teste quadrofônico pelo engenheiro Alan Parsons.
A letra, escrita por Roger Waters, nasceu da percepção de que ele não estava mais se preparando para a vida, mas estava em meio a ela, uma realização que ele descreve ter ocorrido aos 28 ou 29 anos.
"Time" é a única faixa do álbum que credits todos os quatro membros principais do Pink Floyd como compositores e foi a última a fazer isso em toda a discografia da banda.
A versão de álbum inclui uma reprise da música "Breathe", integrando-a como parte da estrutura da composição.
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