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 
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 
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 
Don't you cry no more