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
Just to get a glimpse beyond disillusion I was soaring ever higher But I flew too high Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
I still was a mad man I hear the voices when I'm dreaming 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, you will always remember Carry on, nothing equels the splendor Now your life's no longer empty Surely heaven waits for you