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



Masquerading As A Man With A Reason

My Charade Is The Event Of The Season

And If I Claim To Be A Wise Man, Well

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



No!



Carry On, You Will Always Remember

Carry On, Nothing Equals The Splendor

Now Your Life's No Longer Empty

Surely Heaven Waits For You