Carry on Wayward Son

Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are done.

Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more.

Once I rose above the noise and confusion, just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion.

I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high.

Though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man.

Though my mind could think, I still was a mad man.

I hear the voices when I'm dreaming.

I can hear them say, carry on my wayward son.

There'll be peace when you are gone

They only really have to rest

Don't you cry no more

Masquerading as a man with a reason

My charade is the event of the season

And if I claim to be a wise man

Well, it surely means that I don't know

On a stormy sea of moving emotion

Tossed about, I'm like a ship on the ocean

A sad course for winds of fortune

But I hear the voices say

Carry on thy wayward son

There'll be peace when you are done

Let your weary head to rest

Don't you cry no more

Carry on, you will always remember

Carry on, love can't equal the splendor

Now your life's no longer empty

Surely heaven waits for you

Carry on my wayward son

There'll be peace when you are done

Let your weary head to rest

Don't you cry, don't you cry, don't you cry