Ticking away the moments
that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste
the hours in an off-hand 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
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 you run and you run
to 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
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
#PinkFloyd
Entiendo perfectamente que un artista o promotora de espectáculos es libre poner los precios que le de la gana, de la misma forma que yo soy libre de decir que me parece bochornoso. Sobre todo porque esto no tiene absolutamente nada que ver con el coste del espectáculo.