Dm Gm
Sympathy just doesn’t mean
Dm Gm
That much to me
Dm
Compassion’s not
A Dm
The fashion in my mind
Dm
And if you’re looking for
Gm
A shoulder to cry on
Dm Gm
Don’t turn your head my way
Dm
’cause I’d rather have
A Dm
My music any day
Dm
You and I are
Gm Dm Gm
Masters of our destiny
Dm A Dm
We look for consolation all the time
Dm Gm
Until we find out things are not
Dm Gm
What they were meant to be, oh no
Dm A
And if it doesn’t suit our mood
Dm
We’ll call it crime
Gmm Dm
Dedication’s not an obligation
A
Or a figment of
Dm
Someone’s imagination
Gmm
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