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