The Living Years

Intro: Every generation blames the one before   And all of their frustrations come beating on your door    I know that I a prisoner to all my father held so deer   I know that I a hostage to all his hopes and fears I just wish I could have told him in the living years. Crumpled bits of paper filled with imperfect thoughts   Stilted conversations I afraid that all we got             You say you just don see it; He says its perfect sense You just can get agreement in this present tense We all talk a different language talking in defence. So Say it loud say it clear you can listen as well as you hear                          It too late when we die to admit we don see eye to eye So we open up a quarrel between the present and the past We only sacrifice the future; It the bitterness that lasts So don yield to the fortunes you sometimes see as fate It may have a new perspective on a different day And if you don give up and don give in you just might be OK Chorus I wasn there that morning when my father passed away I didn get to tell him all the things I had to say         I think I caught his spirit later that same year I sure I heard his echo in my baby new born tears. I just wish I could have told him in the living years. Chorus X 2