Sympathy just doesn't mean that much to me Compassions 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 well call it crime
Dedications not an obligation Or a figment of someones 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
Dedications not an obligation Or a figment of someones imagination It's the only way they say to live from day to day To make each passing way a small sensation
Dedications not an obligation Or a figment of someones imagination It's the only way they say to live from day to day To make each passing way a small sensation