One of the best songs about fathers and sons ever written, especially because it’s about the odd and sad gulfs that are present in a lot of these relationships. I’m not sure why this is. If I could adequately explain this kind of thing, I’d probably be a billionaire self-help guru. In my opinion, this is way better (and much less cheesy) than “The Living Years.”

You may recognize this song, because Barry Manilow covered in 1979 and had a huge hit with it. However, I much prefer Ian Hunter’s original version. From Hunter’s 1979 album “You’re Never Alone With a Schizophrenic.”