The Living Years

Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door

I know that I'm a prisoner
To all my father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him
In the living years

Ooh, crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thoughts
Stilted conversations
I'm afraid that's all we've got

You say, "You just don't see it"
He says, "It's perfect sense"
You just can't get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking in defense

So say it loud
Say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late (it's too late)
When we die (when we die)
To admit we don't see eye to eye

So we open up the quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It's the bitterness that lasts

So don't yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different day
And if you don't give up and don't give in
You may just be okay

So say it, say it, say it loud (say it loud)
Say it clear (say it clear)
You can listen as well as you hear
'Cause it's too late (it's too late)
When we die (when we die)
To admit we don't see eye to eye

I wasn't there that morning
When my father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say

I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's newborn tears
I just wish I could have told him
In the living years

So say it, say it, say it loud (say it loud)
Say it clear (say it clear)
You can listen as well as you hear
'Cause it's too late (it's too late)
When we die (when we die)
To admit we don't see eye to eye
Yes, it's too late (it's too late)
When we die (when we die)
To admit we don't see eye to eye

Every generation