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 the 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