Once I rose above the noise and confusionJust to get a glimpse beyond the illusionI was soaring ever higher, but I flew too highThough my eyes could see I still was a blind manThough my mind coul dthink I still was a mad manI hear the voices when I'm dreamin',I can hear them sayCarry on my wayward son,For there'll be peace when you are doneLay your weary head to restNow don't you cry no moreMasquerading as a man with a reasonMy charade is the event of the seasonAnd if I claim to be a wise man, it surelymeans that I don't knowOn a stormy sea of moving emotionTossed about I'm like a ship on the oceanI set a course for winds of fortune, butI hear the voices sayCarry on, you will always rememberCarry on, nothing equals the splendorNow your life's no longer emptySurely heaven waits for you