Carry on My Wayward Son (оригинал Kansas)

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

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