Lyrics

When I was sixteen, dad was totally clueless.
Everything he said, completely useless.
I knew more than him and was quick to tell him so.
Turned eighteen, he said,"Time to go"

Handed me a grand said, now you're on your own.
This ain't a gift son, only a loan.
By twenty one his words were painfully clear,
I could hear him like he was standing there.
he'd say....
CHORUS
The trouble with youth is it's wasted on children.
To tell you the truth, I'da spent mine different.
That first cigarette would have been my last,
Never picked up that damn old whisky glass.
Wouldn't have spent any time hanging with the wrong crowd.
Done better in school, and made my parents proud.
These tracks in my path boy, can't be deleted.
Learn from my past or plan to repeat it.
V2
I know you're mad, ready to run.
Try being a dad, this ain't easy son, but
Cause right now it's my way or the highway.
If you go you know what grandpa would say.
he'd say.
CHORUS
The trouble with youth is it's wasted on children.
To tell you the truth, I'da spent mine different.
That first cigarette would have been my last,
Never picked up that damn old whisky glass.
Wouldn't have spent any time hanging with the wrong crowd.
Done better in school, and made my parents proud.
These tracks in my path boy, can't be deleted.
Learn from my past or plan to repeat it.
But the trouble with youth is it's wasted on children
And I know it's the truth because.....
BRIDGE
I've talked to you now till I'm blue in the face.
You're still looking at me like I'm from outer space.
Asking me what planet are you from dad?
Oh
CHORUS
The trouble with youth is it's wasted on children.
To tell you the truth, I'da spent mine different.
That first cigarette would have been my last,
Never picked up that damn old whisky glass.
Wouldn't have spent any time hanging with the wrong crowd.
Done better in school, made my parents proud.
These tracks in my path boy, can't be deleted.
Learn from my past or plan to repeat it.
fade out