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

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

Come on girl let's tie the knot I'm ready, you're ready, we're ready, been ready I'll never lie, I'll never cheat to carry you between the sheets And after we say "I do", we'll go wherever we want to Drive away, "just married" on the car, yeah I'm on my

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

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

Over the edge I want to believe To the need what you say and the art you create You're digging your grave, my helpless enemy I want to preserve this legacy Again we'll wash away the blood And all the years will start to rust Crashing waves to the fire of

You could put an ocean between our love, love, love It won't keep us apart Love, between our love Just to get to your heart Baby, we'll make a way If we're caught in a wave, I will carry you over When my head goes in different directions You know my

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

We'll spend forever unhappily married Hey hey, it's alright Everybody fusses, everybody fights With all of the baggage you and me carry Must be mistaking me with the maid we don't have Can't even wash your whiskey out your glass I gave you no loving in a

You remind me of a few of my famous friends Well, that all depends what you qualify as friends You remind me of a former love that I once knew And you carry a little speech with you We were holding hands walking through the middle of the street It's fine