� � 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. � Oh, 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 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 now. Oh, say it clear. As well as you hear. � It's too late. Oh, when we die. We don't see eye to eye. � So we open up a quarrel. Between the present and the past. We only sacrifice our future. Ah, but it's the bitterness that lasts. � So don't yield to the fortunes. You sometimes see us faint. You may have a new perspective on a different end. And if you don't give up and don't give in, you may just be okay. � Say it now. Oh, say it clear. As well as you hear. � It's too late. Oh, when we die. 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, late of 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. � Say it now. Oh, say it clear. As well as you hear. � It's too late. Oh, when we die. We don't see eye to eye. � Say it now. Oh, say it clear. As well as you hear. �