Lyrics Why Is Youth Always Wasted on the Young - Jim Lea

Why Is Youth Always Wasted on the Young

Why is youth always wasted on the young?
Why does youth soon arrive and then it’s gone?
Why is youth always wasted on the young?
From the outside looking in
See my youth, see where I’ve been
I have wisdom, I’m a sage
In this body that has aged
In the beauty that is youth
There’s a conflict, what’s it do?
Way back then I couldn’t know
That my youth was alone
I was different, I was bold
I got blasted, I got stoned
And I thought it was a joke
That I was born out of my folks
Why is youth always wasted on the young?
(I was wasted, I was young)
Why does youth soon arrive and then it’s gone?
Why is youth always wasted on the young?
When I was nearly twenty-one
And my youth had almost gone
Why did the best years of my life
Lead to anger, fear and strife?
Way back then I might have said
Leave me alone, leave me in bed
Go and boil your stupid head
I wanna screw myself to death
While I was busy getting high
Glorious years were flying by
And any wisdom that I faked
Caused mistake upon mistake
Why is youth always wasted on the young?
(I was wasted, I was young)
Why does youth very strange and then it’s gone?
Why is youth always wasted, fruit barely tasted
Why is youth always wasted on the young?
I dreamed that the world was there for me
But the world did not agree
Yeah, those years, all the anger, pain and tears
Couldn’t hold me or control me in those days
Yeah, those days
I was violent, I was proud
Had to stand out in the crowd
I was right and I would fight
That reality that bites
When tonight, and then I grew
The body beautiful and new
I’ll never die, that is for you
So change the attar guns of youth
Why is youth always wasted on the young?
(I was wasted, I was young)
Why does youth soon arrive and then it’s gone?
(very strange and then it’s gone)
Why is youth always wasted, fruit barely tasted?
I was young, I was wasted in my youth
As the teenager ventures the ages
Like the incredible hulk in one of his rages
The kid that’s confused and barely grown
Has blasted off into the great unknown
Now in the miracle that is life
We may grow older, wiser, bolder
But God says that it’s a miracle too far
To put an old head on younger shoulders
So I guess we’ll have to get older