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

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

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