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