The Living Years piano leadsheet with chords

Ev'ry generation filled blames the one before,

and all of their frustrations

I'm come beating on your door.

I know that I'm a pris'ner 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 thought,

and stilted conversations,

I'm afraid that's all we've got.

You say you just don't see it,

to all he says it's perfect sense.

You just can't get agreement to in this present tense.

We all talk a diff'rent language,

talking in defense.

Oh, 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.

So we crumpled bits of paper

filled with imperfect thought,

and stilted conversations,

I'm afraid that's all we've got.

You say you just don't see it,

to all he says it's perfect sense.

You just can't get agreement to in this present tense.

We all talk a diff'rent language,

talking in defense.

Oh, 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.

So we 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.

I Say it loud,

say it clear.

Say it loud,

say it clear.

Say it loud.