Carry Me

Pick me up, come on, carry me
I'm too tired to go on
Pick me up, come on, carry me
Your arms are just where I belong

Let's pretend that you're a boat, sailing on the sea
And I am a sailor, as weary as weary can be

Pick me up, come on, carry me
I'm too tired to go on
Pick me up, come on, carry me
Your arms are just where I belong

Let's pretend that you're a camel, out upon the burning sand
And I am a traveler, who needs a helping hand
A Conestoga wagon, with cover from the sun
And I am a pioneer, California, here I come

Pick me up, come on, carry me
I'm too tired to go on
Pick me up, come on, carry me
Your arms are just where I belong

Pick me up, come on, carry me
I'm too tired to go on
Pick me up, come on, carry me
Your arms are just where I belong
Your arms are just where I belong