Carry on sing and play along

Well, I woke up to the sounds of silence,

the cars were cutting like knives in a fist fight.

And I found you with a bottle of wine,

with 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 the sound of your feet upon the ground,

carry on.

Carry on, carry on.

So I met up with some friends at the edge of the night at a bar off seventy five.

And we talked and talked about how our parents will die,

all our neighbors and wives.

But I like to think I can cheat it all to make up for the times I've been cheated on.

And it's nice to know

when I was left for dead

I was found and now I don't roam these streets,

I am not the ghost you are to 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 and carry on.

Oh, and my head is on fire but my legs are fine,

after all they are mine.

Lay your clothes

down on the floor.

Close the door, hold the phone,

show me how, no one's ever gonna stop us now.

'Cause we are,

we are shining stars.

We are invincible,

we are who we are.

On our darkest day when we're miles away,

sun will come, we will find our way home.

If you're Oh, oh,

On,

oh, oh.

On,

oh, oh.