Newsboys - The Living Years

Whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh
Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on my 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
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

Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thoughts
Stilled conversations
I'm afraid that's all we've got
You say you just don't see it
He say's it's perfect sense
You just can't get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talking 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

Whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh
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 him 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 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

Whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh
Whoa, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh
In the living years
Say it...