Carry on Wayward Son sing and play along

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, it but I flew that too don't high.

Though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man.

Though my mind could think, I still was a madman.

I hear the voices when I'm dreaming.

I can hear the them es 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 I claim to be a wise man,

it surely flew that too 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 them es 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.

Carry on;

you will always remember.

Carry on;

nothing equals the splendor.

Now your life's no longer empty;

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.

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.