C A# F C G# D# A# C I re C fuse to a A# buse what is F kind to the C muse,
but it's G# there and it's D# happening to A# me along the C way
As we C go through the A# snow, we can F not forget our C foes,
but the G# dinner's always D# waiting at the A# table along the C way
What you see, not for me, isn't what you planned to be,
but you'll have what you wanted in the end along the way.
And we'll try as we cry and our brothers pass us by,
to be strong through the ages of our tears along the way
Now we grow as we show that the morals we must know
will be shapen and mistaken by the falls along the way.
But forget, don't regret, to find love and happiness
unless you're willing to be strong when they are gone along the way
Like Tommy, you are free, and you will not follow me,
until we see each other once more on the path along the way
Bad Religion
