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

Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion

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

My charade is the event of the season

Lay your weary head to rest

No!

And if I claim to be a wise man, well

Don't you cry no more

Carry on my wayward son

I can hear them say

I set a course for winds of fortune

Carry on, my wayward son

Lay your weary head to rest

But I flew too high

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

Carry on, none can equal the splendor

Carry on, my wayward son

It surely means that I don't know

Don't you cry no more

Lay your weary head to rest