D.C. Cooper - Three Generations Lyrics
The father stands above himHigh fist in the airThe little boy that stands beforeHe dreams he wasn't thereImagination takes him to a placeIt takes him somewhere he can hide his faceThe dream was perfect but it's dying away (dying away)Sitting, staring out the window through the dayListen to the sounds, remember the tasteBefore now he had thought that it was such a wasteTwenty years have now pastBoy's grown to a manTrying not to be just like his dadThe best he canSeparation of their two lives is hardNow there is three his own son he'll discardThe father stands above himHigh fist in the airThe little boy that stands beforeHe dreams he wasn't thereImagination takes him to a placeIt takes him somewhere he can hide his faceThe dream was perfect but it's dying away (dying away)Sitting, staring out the window through the dayListen to the sounds, remember the tasteBefore now he had thought that it was such a wasteTwenty years have now pastBoy's grown to a manTrying not to be just like his dadThe best he canSeparation of their two lives is hardNow there is three, his own son he'll discardThe dream was perfect but it's dying away (dying away)Sitting, staring out the window through the dayListen to the sounds, remember the tasteBefore now he had thought that it was such a wasteSomehow he is the sameThough he is not sure who's to blameTried with such passion to change all alongNot seeing what he's done is just as wrongHe sits along an old man scornedHe waits for his dream to be bornThe dream was perfect but it's dying away (dying away)Sitting, staring out the window through the dayListen to the sounds, remember the tasteBefore now he had thought that it was such a waste
