The Living Years

The Living Years by Robertson/Rutherford: 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 No 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 its perfect sense You just can’t get agreement, in this present tense We all talk a different language, talking in defence 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 And it’s the bitterness that lasts So don’t yield to the fortunes Sometimes see is 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 ok So say it say it 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  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  You can listen as well as you hear  Because it’s too late It’s too late when we die  To admit we don’t see eye to eye don’t see eye to eye Performed by:Mike and The Mechanics

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