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 done.

Stay your weary head 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 It surely means that I don't know

On a stormy sea of moving emotions Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean

I set a course for winds of fortune, but I hear the voices say,

"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."

Carry on, you will always remember. Carry on, that can 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

Lay your weary head to rest

Don't you cry, don't you cry no more