Carry on Wayward Son

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond the 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 thnk I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when Im dreaminI can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son
For therell be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Now dont you cry no more
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
If I am declaimed to be a wise man
It should mean that I dont know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about Im like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune but I hear the voices say
Carry on you will always remember
Carry on nothing equals the splendor
Now your lifes no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you