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
And 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”, no

Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
And 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
And don't you cry no more