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