Country boys and city girls

Travelling to a foreign world, world

Oh, da vinci riot police

Cold war preacher on your street alone, alone.

It started when your mother was young,

In every song your father sung

He'd take it and he'd make it your own.

Many other roads yet to run

So bind your heart in, back with love

Carry on, carry on

Many other roads yet to run

So bind your heart in, back with love

Carry on, carry on.

Call your friends and pack your bags

To the brim, now we're nomads, mad.

European sonic boom, electric chapel - book a room, a room.

It started when your mother was young,

With every song your father sung

He'd take it and he'd make it your own.

Many other roads yet to run

So bind your heart in, back with love

Carry on, carry on

Many other roads yet to run

So bind your heart in, back with love

Carry on, carry on.

It started when your mother was young,

With every song your father sung

He'd take it and he'd make it your own.

Many other roads yet to run

So bind your heart in, back with love

Carry on, carry on

Many other roads yet to run

So bind your heart in, back with love

Carry on, carry on.