Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son

I was soaring ever higher

I hear the voices when I'm dreaming

Tossed about, I'm like a ship on the ocean

Masquerading as a man with a reason

On a stormy sea of moving emotion

Once I rose above the noise and confusion

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

Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion

My charade is the event of the season

Lay your weary head to rest

And if I claim to be a wise man, well

No!

I can hear them say

I set a course for winds of fortune

Carry on my wayward son

Carry on, my wayward son

Don't you cry no more

But I flew too high

Carry on, none can equal the splendor

Lay your weary head to rest

Don't you cry (Don't you cry no more)

Don't you cry no more

Carry on, my wayward son

Lay your weary head to rest

It surely means that I don't know