D.C. Cooper: "Three Generations" Lyrics

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

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

Boy's grown to a man

Trying not to be just like his dad

The best he can

Separation of their two lives is hard

Now there is three his own son he'll discard

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

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

Boy's grown to a man

Trying not to be just like his dad

The best he can

Separation of their two lives is hard

Now there is three, his own son he'll discard

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

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)

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