You who are on the road...must have a code that you can live by,
And so...become yourselfe because the past is just a good-bye.
Teach your children well, their father's hell did slowly go by.
And feed them on your dreams, the one they pick's the one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would die.
So just look at them and sigh...and know they love you!
And you of tender years...can't know the fears that your elders grow by,
And so please help them with your youth, they seek the trouth before they can die.
Theach your parents well, their children's hell will slowly go by.
And feed them on your dreams, the one they pick's the one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, youwould cry.
So just look at them and sigh...and know they loved you!