My heart did carry on

I was in the middle of writing you a song
when they came and kicked down the door.
They told me, “Son, you better get to sleep.”
I told them, “I’m getting back to her!”

That’s when they put the handcuffs on.
That’s when they read me my rights.
They said, “Boy, it’s time to move on.”
I told them my heart would carry on.

Yeah, my heart would carry on
through the slush and the mush and the shit.
My heart would carry on
no matter where they placed me,
no matter where they put me down.
Yeah, my heart would carry on.

When I finally got out,
the sky was red and the sun was out.
At the gate they turned away and said,
“Good luck out there in the wasteland.
You come back here and you’re dead.
Do you hear? If you come back here—you’re dead.”

So I went my way foot by foot—
it was hopeless though I walked the Earth.
Saw no one and thought no thoughts
other than maybe they were right?
Maybe they were right?

Oh, my heart would carry on
through the slush and the mush and the shit.
My heart would carry on
no matter where I slept at night,
no matter where I put me down.
Yeah, my heart would carry on.

Years and years went by until I sat by a fire’s side.
Lonesome, I looked out to count the stars and
your song came back to me.
Yeah, your song did come back.

I sat in wonder and marveled it.
I let it soak my skin—I was drenched with it.
I cried so hard I should have died.
Yeah, I cried so hard I should have died.

Yeah, my heart did carry on
through the slush and the mush and the shit.
Yo, my heart did carry on!
No matter where I found myself.
Yeah, no matter where I’m found!

Yo, my heart did carry on!