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 madman   I hear the voices when I'm dreaming, I could 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 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, don't you cry no more   No more