Youth is wasted on the young
Work commands, and then you're done
You've got nothing to fill your days
It makes no sense to act your age
Tell me what's the point of speaking out
With a sunken voice and touch of doubt
No ideas of what to do
In a city of snakes, untamed but true
Streets possessed by endless nights
Block out the days, trip the lights
You've wasted it, you've wasted it, you've wasted it
Reject your other plans
Because you know you'll never be quite that young again
So tell me, what's the point of fading out
When every single day's a day without?
Read the writing on the wall:
Says "youth is wasted on the young"
Kids obsessed with quickened pulse
Ignoring the suggested dose
And you've wasted it, you've wasted it, they've wasted it
A little late to worry now
It's our past, a photograph
Now it's time to reject your other plans
You know you'll never be quite that young again
Now it's time to reject your other plans
Because you know we'll never be quite that young again
Now it's time to retrace your other steps
You know we'll never be quite that young again