Carry On My Wayward Son

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