Feelsongs

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  Crumpled bits of paper  Filled with imperfect thought
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 defence

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 open up a quarrel

Between the present and the past  We only sacrifice the future
It's the bitterness that lasts  So Don't yield to the fortunes  You sometimes

see as fate  It may have a new perspective  On a different day
And if you don't give up, and don't give in  You may just be O.K.

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 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  Later that same year  I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's new born tears  I just wish I could have told him in the living years

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

This was written from the perspective of a son who has a conflicted relatonship with his Father. After his father dies, he discovers that he and his father had a much stronger bond than he ever realised, and regrets not saying more while he was alive. (songfacts)