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 Masquerading 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 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