Walk down that lonesome road, all by yourself. Don´t turn your head, back over your shoulder. And only stop to rest yourself, when the silver moon, Is shining high, above the trees.
If I had stopped to listen once or twice. If I had closed my mouth and opened my eyes. If I had cooled my head and warmed my heart. I´d not be on this road tonight.
Carry on (carry on, carry on), Never mind feeling sorry for yourself. It doesn´t save you from your troubled mind.
Walk down that lonesome road, all by yourself. Don´t turn your head, back over your shoulder. And only stop to rest yourself, when the silver moon, Is shining high, above the trees.