carry on my wayward son there'll be peace when you are done
lay your weary head to rest dont yah cry no more
once i rose above the noise and confusion just to get a glimpse beyond this solution
i was soaring never 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 im 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 dont yah cry no more
masquriading as a man with a reason my charade is the event of the season
and if i claim to be wise man it surley means that i dont know
on a stormy sea of moving emotion tossed about im like a ship on the ocean
i set a course for wins a 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 dont yah cry no more