The Living Years

Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustration
Comes beating at your door
I know that I'm a prisoner
To all the father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have to him
In the living years
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 new born tears
I just wish I could have told him
In the living years
Say it loud (say it loud)
Say it clear (ooh say it clear)
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late (It's too late)
When we die (oho when we die)
To admit we don't see eye to eye
So don't yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different date
And if you don't give up, and don't give in
You may just be O.K
Say it, say it
Say it loud
Say it clear (ooh say it clear)
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late (It's too late)
When we die (oho when we die)
To admit we don't see eye to eye
I wasn't there that morning