Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no moreOnce I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too highThough 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
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no moreMasquerading 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 knowOn 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 sayCarry 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, none can equal the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
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 no more)
No more
