Carry On 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 madman
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 the stormy seas 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) Don't you cry no more