Well, I woke up to the sound of silence
The cars 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 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 in the edge of the night
At a bar off seventy five
And we talked and talked about how our parents will die
All our neighbours and wives