I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I ain't got me nobody I don't carry me no load Ain't no changes in me Well I got that green light baby I got to keep movin' on Makes me feel right at home Call me the breeze

I got some good friends that live down the street Got a good looking woman with her arms 'round me Here in a small town, where it feels like home It's the weight that you carry from the the things that you think you want I've got everything I need and

And rasta nuh live pon no capture land Carry we go home, Carry we go home And bring we gone a east Cause man a rasta man Carry we go home An mek we settle and seize Caw man a rasta man And I say Dread and Terrible pon dem Good god of grace, well I have

Let me carry you home Just show me the real you So that I can feel you I promise I won't let you down When there's no one to turn to And all you've had faith in is gone When you're tired and you're weary And you have no strength to go on Everybody needs

I'm waiting for the night to save us I'm waiting for the night to take us I'm waiting for the night to break us I'm waiting for the night to wake us I don't know where to go And I don't know where is my home But we carry on She took me on a rollercoaster

Carry me home Bear my weight on your shoulders Got to hold it up for him Nothing else matters And don't let go Midnight strikes, where is my prince? Lost my comfort, more time to think Broken and bruised, tell me what I am Feel so unused, help me find

Carry me home Bear my weight on your shoulders Got to hold it up for him Nothing else matters And don't let go Midnight strikes, where is my prince? Lost my comfort, more time to think Broken and bruised, tell me what I am Feel so unused, help me find

Let it rain Move along, the weather's changing Won't you take me home and carry me away Winter's gone, the clouds are fading The sun might shine, but still it's not the same A gray sky so comfortable, whisper goodbye But every time I only hear good night

And rasta nuh live pon no capture land Carry we go home, Carry we go home And bring we gone a east Cause man a rasta man Carry we go home An mek we settle and seize Caw man a rasta man And I say Dread and Terrible pon dem Good god of grace, well I have