Well, I woke up to the sound of silence
The cars were cutting like knives in a fistfight
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 sinking like a stone, carry on
May your past be thе sound
Of your feet upon the ground and carry on
Carry on, carry on
So I met up with some friеnds at the edge of the night
At a bar off 75
And we talked and talked about how our parents will die
All our neighbors and wives
And it's nice to know
When I was left for dead
I was found and now I don't roam these streets
I'm not the ghost you want of me
If you're lost and alone
Or you're sinking like a stone, carry on
May your past be the sound
Of your feet upon the ground, carry on
Carry on, carry on