TICKING AWAY
Lying there, lying there
Clutching photographs
Faded photographs
Middle aged, you're just middle aged
But you won't admit
No you won't admit
Hanging on to days gone by
And the ones you love, or you'd like to love
They all laugh at you
All just laugh at you
And the ones your age, from a different age
They disown you now
All disown you now
Hanging on to days gone by
So you stare at the clock, stare at the clock
Watch the second hand, watch the second hand
And the seconds on the clock, seconds on the clock
Ticking round, ticking round
Watch them tick away...