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





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 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





Carry on, you will always remember

Carry on, nothing equals the splendor

Now your life's no longer empty

Surely heaven waits for you



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



End.