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 The Living Years

Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door

I know that Iīm a prisoner
To all my Father held so dear
I know that Iīm 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 thought
Stilted conversations
Iīm afraid thatīs all weīve got

You say you just donīt see it
He says itīs perfect sense
You just canīt 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
Itīs too late when we die
To admit we donīt see eye to eye

So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
Itīs the bitterness that lasts

So donīt yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different day

And if you donīt give up,
 and donīt give in
You may just be O.K.

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
Itīs too late when we die
To admit we donīt see eye to eye

I wasnīt there at morning
When my father passed away
I didnīt get to tell him
All the things I had to say

I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
Iīm sure I heard his echo
In my babyīs new born tears
I just wish I could have told him
in the living years

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
Itīs too late when we die
To admit we donīt see eye to eye

Mike And The Mechanics
Mike Rutherford, Paul Young,
Paul Carrack  (>play<)


...young folx think about ;-)


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