But I blew it without even tryin' Since you've been gone it's hard to carry on I had nothing to do on this hot afternoon But to settle down and write you a line I've been meaning to phone you but from Minnesota Hell it's been a very long time You wear it

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

I felt my love for you this time Out of sight, I'm feeling so alive You didn't feel anything at all After all, makes me feeling small If they saw us to share, it's cool Something we need to carry on But that is made up past the moon Fit in the home for

This goes for all around the world (grrrrah) 'Til the world is gone This goes all around the world (grrrrah) So we carry on Thank God I got it All night with the bag Lord I need it, Lord I need it, Lord I need it So we carry on, git, git! Thank God,

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

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

On and on and on, on, on, on Could you carry me? Back to where we started from On and on, could you carry me? How we got so far, you and me Almost like there's oceans between us, us So I need to know Back into your heart again Right into your distant

Somehow through it all. We carry on Raise you up when you fall. We carry on Carry on, carry on Morning breaks from a night awake, that laid my heart to waste Here in this anguish. Knowing what will end just begins again Heal these wounds to break the

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

And I've been waiting in the weeds, Waiting for my time to come around again. And hope is floating on the breeze, Carrying my soul high up above the ground. And I've been keeping to myself, Knowing that the seasons are slowly changing. Even know you're