Standard (EADGBE)

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