The Living Years
Every generatio
Blames the one befor
And all of their frustration
Come beating on your doo
I know that I'm a prisone
To all my Father held so dea
I know that I'm a hostag
To all his hopes and fear
I just wish I could have told him in the living year
Crumpled bits of pape
Filled with imperfect though
Stilted conversation
I'm afraid that's all we've go
You say you just don't see i
He says it's perfect sens
You just can't get agreemen
In this present tens
We all talk a different languag
Talking in defens
Say it loud, say it clea
You can listen as well as you hea
It's too late when we di
To admit we don't see eye to ey
So we open up a quarre
Between the present and the pas
We only sacrifice the futur
It's the bitterness that last
So Don't yield to the fortune
You sometimes see as fat
It may have a new perspectiv
On a different dat
And if you don't give up, and don't give i
You may just be O.K
Say it loud, say it clea
You can listen as well as you hea
It's too late when we di
To admit we don't see eye to ey
I wasn't there that mornin
When my Father passed awa
I didn't get to tell hi
All the things I had to sa
I think I caught his spiri
Later that same yea
I'm sure I heard his ech
In my baby's new born tear
I just wish I could have told him in the living year
Say it loud, say it clea
You can listen as well as you hea
It's too late when we di
To admit we don't see eye to eye
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