Carry On

Well, I woke up to the sound of silence and cries

Were cutting like knives in a fist fight

And I found you with a bottle of wine

Your head in the curtains and heart like the Fourth of July

 

You swore and said we are not

We are not shining stars

This I know, I never said we are

Though I've never been through Hell like that

I've closed enough windows to know you can never look back

 

If you're lost and alone, or you're sinkin' like a stone

Carry on

May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground

Carry on

Carry on, carry on

 

For the days when you've really just had enough

Done