Crazy ‘bout the way things might have been Crazy ‘bout the way things are Crazy ‘bout the state that you find yourself When you don't know who you are Crazy ‘bout the way things used to be When the fires would not burn out Crazy Run away from it all Is that what it's all about? Some say that youth is wasted on nothing I say that youth is wasted on nothing Hey, hey, woah... Is that what you want when you get old? Shipping out on a sugar bus And staring into space Is this the world you really want With everything in its place? Some say that youth is wasted on nothing I say that youth is wasted on nothing I say it's wasted I say it's wasted I say it's wasted Wasted Some say that youth is wasted on nothing I say that youth is wasted on nothing Is that what you wanted? Is that what you wanted? Is that what you wanted? Yeah...