Mike The Mechanics 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 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 Talkin in defense Say it loud, say it clear You can listen as well as you hear It s too late when we die To admit we don t see eye to eye So we open up a 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 di