Carry On

Oh, yeah

When you have reached the bottom

The cross of your life

To the point of no return

You can't face reality

And realize

We have to live for the day

You're left on your own

You feel like a rolling stone

On the edge of danger

Broken wings can fly

Hold on, cold wind blowin'

The show has to carry on

Can't find a hideaway

The show has to carry on

By the one way through

The garden of delight

There grew blue- and strawberries

But all your dreams for the future

Are now wasted and dead

You got no opportunities ahead

You're left on your own

You feel like a rolling stone

On the edge of danger

Broken wings can fly

Hold on, cold wind blowin'

The show has to carry on

Can't find a hideaway

The show has to carry on

Hold on, cold wind blowin'

The show has to carry on

Can't find a hideaway

The show has to carry on

Hold on, cold wind blowin'

The show has to carry on

Can't find a hideaway

The show has to carry on

Carry on, carry on