Carry On Wayward Son (Kansas Cover)

I, once aroused by the noise and confusion,

Can't still get it, there's beyond the solution.

I wish I were ever higher, higher blue to hide.

Though my eyes have seen the sea like the blind men,

Though my eyes have seen the sea like the mad men,

I had a voice, a wish, a fortune.

I can hear them say, "Carry on my way, my son.

There'll be peace when you are done.

Let the weary heart to rest.

Don't you cry no more."

Must I raise this head of mine as a reason?

My chariot is in the head of the season.

I'm too afraid to be the white man.

Well, I shouldn't be, but I don't know.

On my stomach she's the oar like the ocean.

Like she'll battle like a shield like the ocean.

I'm sailor boys from winds of fortune.

All I hear the voices say, carry on my white horse song.

There'll be peace when you are gone

Let the weary heart to rest

Don't you cry no more

Carry on

You will always remember

Carry on

And the years

Now your life no longer empty

Surely there is worth for you

Carry on my wayward son

There'll be peace when you are home

Lay the weary head to rest

Won't you cry, won't you cry no more