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 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   And know they love you   And know they love you.       And you, of tender years   don't know the fears   That your elders grew by   so please help them with your youth   They seek the truth   Before they can die.      (Can you hear and do you care   And can't you see we must be free   To teach our children what you believe in   Make a world that we can believe in.)      Teach your parents well   Their children's hell   Will 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   And know they love you   And know thay love you   And know thay love you.