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