Written by BA Robertson/Mike Rutherford
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.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 2G 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