WASTED YEARS
From the coast
of gold, across the seven seas,
I'm travelling
on, far and wide,
But now it
seems, I'm just a stranger to myself,
And all the
things I sometimes do, it isn't me but someone else.
I close my eyes,
and think of home,
Another city
goes by, in the night,
Ain't it funny
how it is, you never miss it til it's gone away,
And my heart
is lying there and will be til my dying day.
So understand
Don't waste
your time always searching for those wasted years,
Face up...make
your stand,
And realise
you're living in the golden years.
Too much time
on my hands, I got you on my mind,
Can't ease
this pain, so easily,
When you can't
find the words to say, it's hard to make it through another day,
And it makes
me wanna cry, and throw my hands up to the sky.
So understand
Don't waste
your time always searching for those wasted years,
Face up...make
your stand,
And realise
you're living in the golden years.