Youth Is Wasted On The Young

Smoke-ring afternoon

The sun in a sling

Spinning

All come to meet her

On the record player

Soundtracked suffering

These were the days

Of catapulting

After dark

Armored in angst

In moonlit parks

In a drunken blur

We tattooed the words

Of venus in furs

There s a line you wrote

A long time ago

It goes something like this

I wouldn t mind dying at all

If it weren t for the songs I d miss

Filming, blossoms falling

From the cherry trees

On pure ecstasy

And as we sulked

Like Russian spies

Out after dark

Deliberating

Court and spark

In a hail of broken glass

You told me

Nothing s built to last

There s a line you wrote

A long time ago

It goes something like this

I wouldn t mind dying at all

If it weren t for the songs I d miss, oh

Youth is wasted on the young, ohh

Ohh oohh oh oh oh oh