Ticking away
The moments that make up a dull day
You 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
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
I had this happen to me once when I was trapped in a whale. Sat down to play hand of poker. Next thing you know 40 years had passed by.
Its ribs are ceiling-beams, its guts are carpeting, I guess we have some time to kill.