Once I rose about 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,
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
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
Set a course 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
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