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 It 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

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

I’ll take care of you 'Cause I’ve loved and I’ve lost Know you’ve been hurt by someone else I can tell by the way you carry yourself If you let me, here’s what I’ll do I’ve had mine, you’ve had yours, we both know I've loved and I've lost I’ve asked

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

If you're lost and alone Or you're sinking like a stone May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground and (No one's ever gonna stop us now) Well I woke up to the sound of silence the cars Were cutting like knives in a fist fight And I found you

Carry me back to old Virginny, There's where the birds warble sweet in the spring time, There's where the cotton and the corn and taters grow, There's where the darkey's heart am longed to go. There's where I labored so hard for old massa, Day after day

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

We all need somebody to lean on Lean on me, when you're not strong And I'll be your friend I'll help you carry on For it won't be long 'Til I'm gonna need Somebody to lean on You just call on me brother, when you need a hand I just might have a problem

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