Why Is Youth Always Wasted on the Young - Jim Lea

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