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
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.
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices 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.
“The world seemed to me as a young child, so beautiful and majestic.
But my heart was crushed by your agenda, made it frigid and antiseptic.
I screamed just to see if I existed, a blanket of silence surrounds me,
I crawl into my sanctum, toss a key and shut the door around me.”
“Every day I live to see the sunrise, to give me hope eternal.
I have a spiritual hunger, I need to feed my soul.
I look for the key that I discarded, and open the door wide.
Now it's time to take that first step out, and let the light inside.”
Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty,
But surely heaven waits for you
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.