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 landCarry on
Carry onJust 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 streetCarry on
Carry onSend us in any direction
Airports and buses and cabs
But somehow through all this confusion
We lose things that we never hadCarry on
Carry onA funeral was held in the winter
The old lady pull from her purse
A thousand tears on a napkin
While waving away at the hearseCarry on
Carry onTrusting 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 landCarry on
Carry on
Carry on
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