Carry on my wayward son
They'll be please 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
Through my eyes could see 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 please 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 mean 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 please 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 you life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be please when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry
Don't you cry no more
No more!

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