The Living Years Newsboys

[Intro]
Woah-oh-oh
Woah-oh-oh
Oh, oh

[Verse 1]
Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on my door

[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
Say it loud (Ooh, say it loud)
Say it clear (Come on and say it clear)
You can listen as well as you hear

[Verse 2]
Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thoughts
Stilted conversations (Ooh)
I'm afraid that's all we've got