En algún momento suena el despertador en la vida de toda persona. Algunos hasta tenemos la inmensa fortuna de que haya sonado más de una vez, por si caemos en la tentación presuntamente placentera pero diabólica de seguir acurrucados e intentando autoconvencernos de que ya habrá tiempo para empresas importantes. No todos tienen esa suerte. En el momento que os suene (si no lo ha hecho ya y estáis en el camino) no dejéis que la pereza y el conformismo os invadan, dar un salto y haced el equipaje. O mejor, no llevéis equipaje. Poco importa a dónde te lleve el camino mientras se ande.
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 home town
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.
So 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
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.
