Capital Lights. Better Late Than Never. Lights Out. Zeneszám

"Carry your own weight."..."Listen to yourself, now your talking non-sense."
they say, "carry your own baggage."
But when i think, i dream, i see all that there is to see in me.
When I think, I go myself's own way.
In times of despair, though my heart is fair, he will take me from this evil place.

Why carry these burdens on our backs;
when we can't take care of ourselves?
Why carry on?
We will never ever see the true complexcity of it all.

"Carry your own baggage around my town!"
then I say..."Lights out, carry me! Wont you accompany?"