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
Ah
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