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.
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, 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.
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.
No more...