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
Lay 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 emotion
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 Nothing equals 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 no more