Wasted Years
Skunk D.F. Lyrics


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From the coast of gold, across the seven seas
i'm travelling 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 through 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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Skunk D.F.'s "Wasted Years" speak to feelings of displacement and lost identity. The singer describes traveling across oceans and cities, but despite their outwardly adventurous life, they feel like a "stranger" to themselves. They reflect on the idea of home, how we often only realize its importance once we've left it behind. The singer is caught in a cycle of pain and inability to express themselves, feeling trapped by their own thoughts.


The chorus repeatedly urges the listener to avoid wasting time constantly searching for something that's already gone. The "wasted years" could refer to anything in life that we regret or haven't taken advantage of, whether it's missed opportunities or lost relationships. Instead of dwelling on the past, the singer urges the listener to "make a stand" and recognize that they're living in the present "golden years". The song ultimately speaks to the struggle of finding one's place in the world and the search for meaning and purpose.


Line by Line Meaning

From the coast of gold, across the seven seas
I have travelled far and wide in search of wealth and adventure.


i'm travelling on, far and wide
I am still on this quest, moving to different places.


but now it seems, i'm just a stranger to myself
Yet, amidst all the excitement, I am beginning to feel disconnected from my own identity.


and all the things i sometimes do, it isn't me but someone else
I am doing things I wouldn't normally do, which makes me feel like a different person altogether.


I close my eyes, and think of home
In moments of solace, I think of the place I belong to, even though I am far away from it.


another city goes by, in the night
I keep moving, visiting new places that seem to blur into one another.


ain't it funny how it is, you never miss it til it's gone away
It's ironic how we only realize the value of something when we no longer have it.


and my heart is lying there and will be til my dying day
My heart remains where my home and loved ones are, and it always will be so.


so understand
Therefore,


don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years
One should not spend their time chasing things that are ultimately futile or meaningless.


face up... make your stand
Instead, we should take a stand and face our problems, choices, and situations head-on.


and realise you're living in the golden years
By doing so, we would realize that the moments we are living in right now could well be the best years of our lives.


Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind
Sometimes, I have too much free time on my hands, and my thoughts drift towards my loved ones who are far away.


can't ease this pain, so easily
Dealing with the pain of separation is not easy, and there are no easy solutions to it.


when you can't find the words to say, it's hard to make it through another day
When the pain is so much that you can't even articulate it, it becomes difficult to carry on with daily life.


and it makes me wanna cry, and throw my hands up to the sky
All of this sometimes makes me feel helpless, and I feel like crying out to the universe in frustration.




Writer(s): Adrian Frederick Smith

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