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26.09.2007 03:50 -
Carry On My Wayward Son - Kansas
Carry on my wayward son,
They"ll be peace when you are done.
Lay your weary head to rest,
Don"t you cry no more.
Once I rose above the noise and confusion,
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illussion.
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...
Carry on my wayward son,
They"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,
They"ll be peace when you are done.
Lay your weary head to rest,
Don"t you cry no more.
No!
Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life"s no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you.
Carry on my wayward son,
They"ll be peace when you are done.
Lay your weary head to rest,
Don"t you cry, Don"t you cry no more.
They"ll be peace when you are done.
Lay your weary head to rest,
Don"t you cry no more.
Once I rose above the noise and confusion,
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illussion.
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...
Carry on my wayward son,
They"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,
They"ll be peace when you are done.
Lay your weary head to rest,
Don"t you cry no more.
No!
Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life"s no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you.
Carry on my wayward son,
They"ll be peace when you are done.
Lay your weary head to rest,
Don"t you cry, Don"t you cry no more.
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