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