They'll never listen Because their minds are made up And 'course it's all okay to carry on that way Not in the same way Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks Or knackered Converse Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks But all of that's what the point is

We'll carry on Your memory will carry on Will never take my heart You can try You'll never break me When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, son, when you grow up

(Momma can you carry me?) To the early morning I wanna make it right My faith is buried somewhere underneath the town (Until it’s paid for) Strawberry season, my sweetheart is coming ‘round (After it rains and pour) How did you find me here? It must be

Oh, oh, you made me feel so grown You took me to your room You taught me how to want something Last night I heard the sirens' song And I followed it in the ditch Oh baby, I'm just carrying on Far be it for me to bitch Last night I heard the distant hum

Mother of creation wait, embrace the souls of a lost world Carry them away Darkness negative receptive Pour firmament between our waters Separate the space Mother of destruction wait with a belt of Skulls strap me down And send the ship away Progress

Search endlessly, fight 'til we're free Fly past the edge of the sea Somehow we still carry on No bended knee Some people live out selfish desire Some choose to shout when they speak and they'll be the star Caught in the flame of those deep in fire

We go alone never before having flown Never before having flown I never fell in love so easily Where the four winds blow I carry on I'd like to take you where my spirit flys Through the empty skys Faster than lightning is this heart of mine In the face

You like your girls insane Don't make me sad, don't make me cry Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, I don't know why Keep making me laugh Let's go get high The road is long, we carry on Try to have fun in the meantime Come take a walk

Everything to God in prayer Take it to the Lord in prayer What a friend we have in Jesus All our sins and griefs to bear And what a privilege to carry Oh, what peace we often forfeit Oh, what needless pain we bear All because we do not carry Have we

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing