（Written by Rutherford / Robertson）

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 to
Talking in defense

*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.

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

（REPEAT *）


有生之年

每一代的人
总都抱怨自己的上一代
他们所有的挫折
都对着你排山倒海而来
所有我父亲珍惜的一切
我知道我无法避开
他全部的希望和疑惧
我知道我也无法释怀
我只愿自己能在他有生之年
就已经对他说明白

一团团揉掉的纸张
涂满不够完美的念头
言不及意的交谈
只怕就是我们的所有
你说你实在搞不懂
他却说那是完美的巨擘
你们就是无法沟通
让思想在同一时空交流
我们都说着不同的言语
说尽一切，为自己辩驳

大声的说出来，明白的说出来
你能够听清，正如同你能够听见
莫等到黄泉路上，为时太晚
趁早承认我们各有主见

于是我们开始争执
争在眼前与过去之间
我们牺牲的不过是未来
长据不去的，是苦涩的心田
所以，别把财富当成一切
命运有时候会让你发现
在另一个不同的时空
事情或许会出现新的层面
只要你不放弃，只要你不灰心
你或许也能欢乐连年

父亲过世的那个早晨
我并没有陪侍床前
我没有机会向他倾吐
我心中那许多想说的衷言
而就在那同一年
我想我终于了解了家严
我确信自己听到了他的迴声
在我新生儿的哭声里面
我多希望能够对他说明白
在他的有生之年

（重复＊）

THE LIVING YEARS