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 MADMAN
I HEAR THE VOICES
WHEN I'M DREAMIN'
I CAN
HEAR THEM 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 IF I CLAIM TO BE
A WISE MAN
WELL IT SURELY MEANS
THAT I 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 VOICES 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 NO
YOU WILL
ALWAYS REMEMBER
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
NO MORE