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