Carry On

de Peter Hollens

Carry on, my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

When I woke up to the sound of silence
And cars are cutting like knives in a fist fight
And I found you with a bottle of wine Your head in the curtains
And heart like the fourth of July

You swore and said
We are not
We are not shining stars
This I know I never said we are
Though I've never been through hell like that

I've closed enough windows
To know you can never look back
If you're lost and alone
Or you're sinking like a stone

Carry on
May your past be the sound
Of your feet upon the ground
Carry on
Carry on, carry on
Carry on, carry on

So I met up with some friends
At the corner of Vine
In the Hollywood sunshine
And we talked and talked

About how our parents will die
All our neighbours and wives
But I'd like to think
I can cheat it all
To make up for the times I've been cheated on

But it's nice to know
When I was left for dead
I was found and now I don't roam these streets
I am not the ghost you want of me
If you're lost and alone

Or you're sinking like a stone
Carry on
May your past be the sound
Of your feet upon the ground
Carry on
'Cause here we are

We are shining stars
We are invincible
We are who we are
On our darkest day
When we're miles away

So we'll come
We will find our way home
If you're lost and alone
Or you're sinking like a stone

Carry on
May your past be the sound
Of your feet upon the ground
Carry on

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