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
Carry on
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