Carry On

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
 Yeaaaa!
 Well I woke up to the sound of silence
 And cries were 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
 So I met up with some friends at the corner of Vine
 At the Hollywood sunshine
 And we talked and talked about how our parents will die,
 All our neighbours and wives.
 But I like to think I can cheat it all
 To make up for the times I've been cheated on.
 And 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 are to 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
 Sun will 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.