Lyrics

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