Crazy ‘bout the way things might have been,   Crazy ‘bout the way things are,   Crazy ‘bout the state that you find yourself   When you don’t know who you are.      Crazy ‘bout the way things used to be   When the fires would not burn out   Crazy   Run away from it all   Is that what it’s all about?      Some say that youth is wasted on nothing,   I say that youth is wasted on nothing.   Hey, hey, woah…      Is that what you want when you get old?      Shipping out on a sugar bus   And staring into space.   Is this the world you really want,   With everything in its place?      Some say that youth is wasted on nothing,   I say that youth is wasted on nothing.   I say it’s wasted,   I say it’s wasted,   I say it’s wasted,   Wasted.      Some say that youth is wasted on nothing,   I say that youth is wasted on nothing.      Is that what you wanted?   Is that what you wanted?   Is that what you wanted? Yeah…