Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are
Once carried through the current and being swept away
The king
I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's
There's a hole in the wall
With a light shining in
And
Look in the mirror and tell me, just what you
Centuries of backward ways have many left behind us
Who can
You think that something's happening
And it's bigger than your life
But
I heard the men saying something
The captains tell they pay
Virgin land of forest green
Dark and stormy plains
Here all life
I've got books that say the good man's golden
And more
I've so much to say and yet I cannot speak
Come
I'm woven in a fantasy
I can't believe the things I