| A | D | |
| You, who are on the | road, |
| A | |
| Must have a | code |
| E | |
| That you can | live by. |
| A | D | |
| And | so become your | self, |
| A | |
| Because the | past |
| E | |
| Is just a | goodbye. |
| A | D | |
| Don't you ever ask them | why, |
| A | |
| If they told you, you will | cry. |
| F#m | D | |
| So just look at them and | sigh, |
| E | A | |
| And know they | love you. |
| Teach your children well, |
| Their father's hell |
| Is slowly goin' by. |
| And feed them on your dreams, |
| The one they picked, |
| The one you'll know by. |
| Don't you ever ask them why, |
| If they told you, you will cry. |
| So just look at them and sigh, |
| And know they love you. |
| And can, of the tender years, |
| Can't know the fears |
| That your eldest grew by. |
| And so please help them with your dreams, |
| They seek the trick |
| Before they can die. |
| Don't you ever ask them why, |
| If they told you, you will cry. |
| So just look at them and sigh, |
| And know they love you. |
| Teach your parents well, |
| Their children's hell |
| Will slowly go by. |
| And feed them on your dreams, |
| The one they picked |
| The one you'll know by. |
| Don't you ever ask them why, |
| If they told you, you will cry. |
| So just look at them and sigh, |
| And know they love you. |