The Living Years

	  		
Intro: G F#m Am D G 

G                             C 
Every generation, blames the one before  
        G                                                 C                                        
And all of their frustrations come beating on your door   
F   
I know that I a prisoner to all my father held so deer  
Am 
I know that I a hostage to all his hopes and fears 
D 
I just wish I could have told him in the living years. 

Crumpled bits of paper, filled with imperfect thoughts  
Stilted conversations I afraid that all we got 
You say you just don see it; He says its perfect sense 
You just can get agreement in this present tense 
We all talk a different language, talking in defence. 

 
                G                 C                       Am           D                 G 
So Say it loud, say it clear, you can listen as well as you hear  
It too late when we die to admit we don see eye to eye 
 

So we open up a quarrel, between the present and the past, 
We only sacrifice the future; It the bitterness that lasts 
So don yield to the fortunes you sometimes see as fate, 
It may have a new perspective on a different day 
And if you don give up, and don give in you just might be OK 

Chorus 

I wasn there that morning when my father passed away 
I didn get to tell him all the things I had to say 
I think I caught his spirit later that same year, 
I sure I heard his echo in my baby new born tears. 
I just wish I could have told him in the living years. 

Chorus X 2