Trusting is one thing I don't know When it comes to the campaigning men But I'll meet you at the election When I vote for the hope of this land Carry on Carry on Just take a good look around you The ghettos begin at your feet And there's a family of six through a Window Looking way down at you on the street Carry on Carry on Send us in any direction Airports, buses and cabs But somehow through all this confusion We lose things that we've never had Carry on Carry on A funeral was held in the winter The old lady pull from her purse A thoughand tears on a napkin While waving away at the hearse Carry on Carry on Trusting is one thing I don't know When it comes to the campaigning men But I'll meet you at the election When I vote for the hope of this land Carry on Carry on