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
And if I claim to be a wise man, Well, it surely means that I don't know
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