Carry On - Bobby Caldwell

Baby, how many times have I told you?

You can’t hang on to the past

Well, you know I’m not trying to scold you, baby

But the years are moving fast

And it comes as no surprise to me

There’s nothing left for you

So I offer my philosophy (I offer my philosophy)

The one thing you should do

Carry on

Though it may be hard to understand it

You’ve got to carry on

Carry on

Things may not work out the way you planned it

You’ve got to carry on

Tell me how could he ever believe you, baby?

Who could wade through all the lies?

You were thinking that love would go on forever

But he saw through your disguise

And it comes as no surprise to me

There’s nothing left for you

So I offer my philosophy (I offer my philosophy)

The one thing you should do

Carry on

Though it may be hard to understand it

You’ve got to carry on

Carry on

Things may not turn out the way you planned it

You’ve got to carry on, oh-oh

Carry on

Though it may be hard to understand it

You’ve got to carry on

Carry on, you’ve got to carry on

Things may not turn out the way you planned it

You’ve got to carry on