(ExP)
28 and still making mistakes/
29 and still wasting my time/
3 oh and still digging a deep hole/
4 oh and will I ever feel grown I guess no/
I kept going but bet no-one's ready to get old/
More hospital trips, funerals and head stones/
“Youth is wasted on the young” says the ageing waster on the run/
From a fate he knows will come that will take away his fun/
...And make him still and motionless/
What's it like to feel emotionless/
I’ve got a wife I don’t want life to kill the both of us/
But unfortunately the evidence it will is copious/
The hopelessness of knowing you're composed of dust and will decompose as such/
Is one that gets my brain in a total mush/
And I guess it's good that energy can never be destroyed/
But inevitably death'll be the rest I can't avoid//

(Chorus)
And I’ve been thinking bout the time I’ve lost/
At first it was a minor loss/
And I’ve been thinking bout the time I have/
And every second that I tried to grab/

And I’ve been thinking bout the time that’s left/
The final dice with death/
Cos time waits for no man, can’t see the whole plan/
Or the path that lies ahead//

(JND)
Feel so lucky to be here, lets face it, we all are /
Even though we think we've got it tough, that’s never more far /
From the truth, a small part on this rock floating /
I hope the shop's open, all I need is milk from Tescos when /

The kettle's boiled an' the bags thrown-in /
I used the last of it at half-past ten /
To soak my Weetabix, but that’s only on a Sunday mate /
Monday through to Saturday, it's earlier than some may wake/

I realise that I'm digressing /
But the point that I'm stressing's considered one of life’s lessons /
Though stormy days might threaten, it helps to keep your mind present /
And a cuppa tea can help you find heaven /

Life gets better with age /
And I'm not worrying about it for the rest of my days /
Yeah I'm aware that my clock's tickin' /
That’s why I stay up late an never stop livin' /
Got the candle burnin' both ends //

(Chorus)
And I’ve been thinking bout the time I’ve lost/
At first it was a minor loss/
And I’ve been thinking bout the time I have/
And every second that I tried to grab/

And I’ve been thinking bout the time that’s left/
The final dice with death/
Cos time waits for no man, can’t see the whole plan/
Or the path that lies ahead//