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 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 dreamin', I can hear them say.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.