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 did slowly go by
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picks, 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 you, of 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 picks, 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.