CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON

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

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 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

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 sail for winds of fortune

But I hear the voices 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

Car(mute)ry on

You will always remember

Car(mute)ry on

Nothing equals 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 no more