Sympathy just doesn't mean that much to me
Compassion is now compassion 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 in a day

You and I are master of our destiny
We look for consolation all the time
Till 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 is not an obligation
All I think about someone's imagination
It's the only way to say to live from day to day
To make each passing way a smile succession

Dreams are the possession of the simple man
Reality the fantasy of youth
When living is a problem that is common to us all
We love the only common road to truth