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Kansas Carry on wayward son

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond the 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 dreamin´,
I can hear them say

Carry on my wayward son,
For there´ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Now 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, 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, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life´s no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you