Dm            G          
Sympathy just doesn’t mean
       Dm         G
That much to me
Dm                       
Compassion’s not
A                Dm
The fashion in my mind
Dm              
And if you’re looking for
G       
A shoulder to cry on
Dm                    G
Don’t turn your head my way
    Dm
’cause I’d rather have
A            Dm
My music any day

Dm 
You and I are
G                Dm         G
Masters of our destiny
Dm              A             Dm
We look for consolation all the time
        Dm                    G
Until we find out things are not
               Dm            G
What they were meant to be, oh no
         Dm              A
And if it doesn’t suit our mood
    Dm
We’ll call it crime

Gm                      Dm
Dedication’s not an obligation
       A
Or a figment of
            Dm
Someone’s imagination
          Gm
It’s the only way they say
    Dm             
To live from day to day
      A
To make each passing way
      Dm
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