Carry On Wayward Son

My charade is the event of the season
Carry on my wayward son
Masquerading as a man with a reason
Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Carry on my wayward son

Now your life's no longer empty

I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
Don't you cry no more, no
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Don't you cry
I was soaring ever higher
Surely heaven waits for you
Don't you cry no more
Lay your weary head to rest
It surely means that I don't know
Once I rose above the noise and confusion

Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I can hear them say
Lay your weary head to rest

And if I claim to be a wise man but
Lay your weary head to rest
I set a course for winds of fortune

There'll be peace when you are done
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
Lay your weary head to rest
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
But I flew too high
There'll be peace when you are done
Carry on, you will always remember
But I hear the voices say
Don't you cry no more
On a stormy sea of moving emotion

Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion