You, who are on the road must

have a code that you can live by

And so become yourself because

The past is just a good bye

Teach, your children well,

Their father's hell will slowly go by,

And feed them on your dreams,

The one they fix, 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 and know they love you

You, of the tender years

Can't know the fears that your elders grew by,

And so please help them with your youth,

They seek the truth before they can die

Teach, your parents well,

Their children's hell will slowly go by,

And feed them on your dreams,

The one they fix, 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 and know they love you