Oh youth, is wasted on the young
I've been hearing this lately
Rolling off my tongue
So, my ground is in the past
So listen up closely: This could be my last
Does it matter what my age is, Lord?
Am I the dust from the swept up floor?
I had a song for the ages
Forgotten in the pages
Come here. I've got something to say
If you've heard it already
You can go out and play
So, I'll look you in the eyes
So, now you're all near me;
There's no need to cry
Does it matter what my age is, Lord?
Am I the dust from the swept up floor?
I had a song for the ages
Forgotten in the pages
