Wasted years

Às vezes a gente faz percursos esquisitos pra chegar ao ponto.
Tô há HORAS, literalmente, tentando arrumar espaço no hd, pondo coisas fora...
e me dá uma vontade súbita de ouvir uma música. Que puxa outra, e outra. E chega nessa:

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