Ticking away, the moments that make up the dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Picking 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, say you're going 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 your eyes catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around, to come up behind you again
Sun is the same, in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath, and one day closer to death
Happy birthday to me.
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Picking 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, say you're going 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 your eyes catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around, to come up behind you again
Sun is the same, in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath, and one day closer to death
Happy birthday to me.
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I have known masters of gloom in my time (German gloom) so I am a bit desensitized. I'm also kinda Coo-Coo from my partially self-imposed aloneness.
What did you really do on your birthday?