Sympathy just doesn't mean that much to [bad word] 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 [bad word] to us all
With love the [bad word] road to [bad word] 
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