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.