| Intro: |
| D | G | D | A |
| D | G | |
| You who are on the | road |
| D | A | |
| Must have a | code that you can live | by |
| D | G | |
| And | so become your | self |
| D | A | |
| Because the | past is just a good- | bye. |
| D | G | |
| Teach your children | well, |
| D | A | |
| Their father's | hell did slowly go | by, |
| D | G | |
| And | feed them on your | dreams |
| D | A | |
| The one they | picks, the one you'll know | by. |
| D | G | D | |
| Don't you ever ask them | why, if they told you, you will | cry, |
| Bm | G | A | |
| So just look at them and | sigh |
| D | |
| and know they | love you. |
| G | D | A | |
| D | G | |
| And you, of tender | years, |
| D | A | |
| Can't know the | fears that your elders | grew by, |
| D | G | |
| And | so please help them with your | youth, |
| D | A | |
| They seek the | truth before they | can die. |
| D | G | |
| Teach your parents | well, |
| D | A | |
| Their children's | hell will slowly | go by, |
| D | G | |
| And | feed them on your | dreams |
| D | A | |
| The one they | picks, the one you'll | know by. |
| D | G | D | |
| Don't you ever ask them | why, if they told you, you will | cry, |
| Bm | G | A | |
| So just look at them and | sigh |
| D | |
| and know they | love you. |
| G | D | A | D | |
| Wish you well, |
| Orangegazelle |