You who are on the road must
have a code that you can live by
because the path is just a good lie
Teach your children well,
a father's help did slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they pick, the one you'll know by
Don't you ever ask them why
If they told you you would cry
So just look at them and sigh
Thank you, of tender years
You can't know the fear that
And so please help them with your youth
They seek the truth before they can die
Their children's hell will slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
Don't you ever ask them why
If they told you, you would cry
So just look at them and sigh
