Sympathy just doesn't mean

That much to me

Compassion's not

The fashion in my mind

And if you're looking for

A shoulder to cry on

Don't turn your head my way

'Cause I'd rather have

My music any day



You and I are

Masters of our destiny

We look for consolation all the time

Until we find out things are not

What they were meant to be, oh no

And if it doesn't suit our mood

We'll call it crime



Dedication's not an obligation

Or a figment of

Someone's imagination

It's the only way they say

To live from day to day

To make each passing way

A small sensation



Dreams are the possession of

The simple man

Reality the fantasy of youth

But living is a problem that

Is common to us all

With love the only

Common road to truth