Carry You

You’re thinking that’s the price you pay,
For waking up a little late.
I got a chance and danced away.
I’m sick of trying to find a way. (Right now)
And running out of words to say. (Right now)
I got twenty years to pass away. (Right now)
I know my son, let me carry you. (What I say?)
I know my son, let me carry you. (What I say?)
You’re thinking that’s the price you pay.
You took it back another way.
I complicate it back to me.
I’m sick and tired of things I say. (Right now)
I’m sick and tired of all this weight. (Right now)
I need the pressure pressed away. (Right now)
I know my son, let me carry you. (What I say?)
I know my son, let me carry you. (What I say?)
Oh Yeah!
I know my son, let me carry you. (What I say?)
I know my son, let me carry you. (What I say?)
(Alright!)
I know you’d like to pass it all.
Well here’s a chance to pout.
(Alright!)
(Right you will!)
(Woo!)
Thinking that’s the price you pay.