Testo di Carry The Thought

It's alright, to leave your stuff behind Otherwise it might fall into your eyes Some people have stuff piled up in their heads It falls into their mouths and then falls Right back out again It's alright, to leave your stuff behind Otherwise it might fall into your eyes Some people have stuff piled under their feet They tread it round, up and down All around the street You don't have to worry About what you chose or what you've done All you have to carry is the thought that we're here Just once You don't have to worry About what you lose or what you've won All you have to carry is the thought that we're here Just once