The Living Years, New Version

This 1988 hit by Mike and the Mechanics is what Trent sings in Phineas And Ferb Meet Total Drama Action, reflecting on the origins of his number nine obsession. This version is as follows:

Trent: Every generation

Blames one that comes before.

And all of their frustrations

Come being on your door.

I know that I'm a prisoner

To all my grandpa held so dear.

I know that I'm a hostage

To all his hopes and fears.

I just wish I could've told him

In the living years.

Ladies and gentlemen, Lady Antebellum!

Hillary Scott: More crumpled bits of paper

Filled with imperfect thought.

Stilted conversations

I'm afraid that's all we got.

Charles Kelly: You say you just don't see it.

He says it's perfect sense.

You just can't get agreements

In this present tense

We all talk a different language,

Talking in defense.

Boys Choir Harlem: Say it loud.

Hillary Scott: Say it loud.

Boys Choir Harlem: Say it clear.

Hillary Scott: Oh, say it clear.

Boys Choir Harlem: You can listen

Hillary Scott, Charles Kelly and Boys Choir Harlem: As well as you hear.

Boys Choir Harlem: It's too late.

Charles Kelly: It's too late.

Boys Choir Harlem: When we die.

Charles Kelly: Oh, when we die.

Boys Choir Harlem: To admit

Hillary Scott, Charles Kelly and Boys Choir Harlem: We don't see eye-to-eye.

Charles Kelly: So we open up a quarrel

Between the present and the past.

We only sacrifice the future,

It's the bitterness that lasts.

Hillary Scott: 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 OK.

So say it, say it, say it loud.

Boys Choir Harlem: Say it clear.

Hillary Scott: Oh, say it clear.

Boys Choir Harlem: You can listen

Hillary Scott, Charles Kelly and Boys Choir Harlem: As well as you hear.

Charles Kelly: Because it's too late, it's too late.

Boys Choir Harlem: When we die.

Charles Kelly: Oh, when we die.

Boys Choir Harlem: To admit

Hillary Scott, Charles Kelly and Boys Choir Harlem: We don't see eye-to-eye.

Trent: I wasn't there that morning

When my grandpa 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 Gwen's heartbroken tears.

I just wish I could've told him

In the living years.

Say it, say it, say it loud

Brobots: Say it clear.

Trent: Oh, say it clear.

Brobots: You can listen

Trent and Brobots: As well as you hear, yeah.

Brobots: It's too late.

Trent: It's too late.

Brobots: When we die.

Trent: It's too late when we die.

Brobots: To admit

Trent and Brobots: We don't see eye-to-eye.

(fades out)