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 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 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 no carry on you will always remember carry on nothing equals the splendor now your life s no longer empty but 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 don t you cry no more no more76