| I saw the future, I followed heaven’s light |
| I heard the angels laugh and cheer at our six-string firefight |
| I saw the weather changing with February will |
| I dreamed of peace and love on Earth and the world turned white and still |
| But for all these dreams and visions through the rich and the star |
| Still I cannot decipher my visionary heart |
| You and me, my brother, in these guitars we trust |
| Our dreams may not mean much to the world but they mean the world to us |
| They’ll take it to the children on a road dark cold and long |
| You’ll sing us all to sleep each night with an old Hank Williams song |
| But for all these dreams and visions through the rich and the star |
| Still I cannot decipher my visionary heart |
| I dreamed the girl I’d marry and the family we’d raise |
| In the mountains of New York City precious would be those days |
| But what my heart could not foresee though these things they would come true |
| My time remaining would be brief, I’d give these dreams to you |
| Carry on, my brother, carry on |
| Carry on, carry on |
| Carry on, my brother, carry on |
| Carry on, carry on |
| Still I cannot decipher my visionary heart |
| But for all these dreams and visions through the rich and the star |
| I couldn’t read between the lines of my visionary heart |
| Of my visionary heart |