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 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 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
Carry on, you will always remember Carry on, nothing equals the splendor Now your life`s no longer empty But surely heaven waits for you
Carry on my wayward son For there`ll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don`t you cry no more