It's not necessarily true
And I'm speeding this recovery
Taking a message to you
And we need to read the end of it
I'm seeking a fortune and fame
No heros in recovery
Burn till you rescue you again
We want you to feel proud of it

What a waste!
Bound for something
Oh, what a waste, what a waste!
Bound for something

We're independently wise
Inspite of our intelligence
Holding our trust like a child
And waiting to let go of it
Changing the time of your life
We're here to the see the end of it
Only we could open our eyes
To see into the heart of it

What a waste!
Bound for something
Oh, what a waste, what a waste!
Bound for something
Why won't you throw it all away
Why won't you throw it all away

What a waste!
Bound for something
Oh, what a waste, what a waste!
Bound for something