Wasted Years
(Smith)
From the coast of gold, across the seven seas
I'm travellin' 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 for 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