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 moreOnce 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 sayCarry on my wayward son,
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no moreMasquerading 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 sayCarry on my wayward son,
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no moreCarry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for youCarry 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