D.C. Cooper - Three Generations

The father stands above him High fist in the air The little boy that stands before He dreams he wasn't there Imagination takes him to a place The dream was perfect but it's dying away (dying away) It takes him somewhere he can hide his face Sitting, staring out the window through the day Before now he had thought that it was such a waste Listen to the sounds, remember the taste Twenty years have now past Boy's grown to a man Trying not to be just like his dad The best he can Now there is three his own son he'll discard Separation of their two lives is hard High fist in the air The father stands above him The little boy that stands before He dreams he wasn't there Imagination takes him to a place It takes him somewhere he can hide his face The dream was perfect but it's dying away (dying away) Sitting, staring out the window through the day Listen to the sounds, remember the taste Before now he had thought that it was such a waste Twenty years have now past The best he can Boy's grown to a man Trying not to be just like his dad Separation of their two lives is hard Now there is three, his own son he'll discard Sitting, staring out the window through the day The dream was perfect but it's dying away (dying away) Listen to the sounds, remember the taste Before now he had thought that it was such a waste Somehow he is the same Though he is not sure who's to blame Tried with such passion to change all along Not seeing what he's done is just as wrong He sits along an old man scorned He waits for his dream to be born The dream was perfect but it's dying away (dying away) Listen to the sounds, remember the taste Before now he had thought that it was such a waste Sitting, staring out the window through the day