Tom: Cm
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
