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 land



Carry on

Carry on



Just 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 street



Carry on

Carry on



Send us in any direction

Airports, buses and cabs

But somehow through all this confusion

We lose things that we've never had



Carry on

Carry on



A funeral was held in the winter

The old lady pull from her purse

A thoughand tears on a napkin

While waving away at the hearse



Carry on

Carry on



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 land



Carry on

Carry on