Once I rose above the noise and confusion   Just to get a glimpse beyond the 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 dreamin',   I can hear them say      Carry on my wayward son,   For there'll be peace when you are done   Lay your weary head to rest   Now 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, you will always remember   Carry on, nothing equals the splendor   Now your life's no longer empty   Surely heaven waits for you