This Ain't By Kansas Anymore 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 I wish I could rise above The noise and confusion Live a happy #life Not just an illusion I am soaring ever lower Never flew too high My eyes can see, I'm not a blind man Though my mind is weak, I still am a mad man I no longer hear the voices when I'm dreaming But I can still hear them say Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are gone Lay your weary head to rest You won't cry anymore Masquerading as a man with a reason My charade is the event of the season I never claimed to be a wise man It surely means I need to go On a stormy sea of moving emotion Tossed about, sinking ship in the ocean I set a course for winds of happiness But I hear the voices say Carry on my wayward son We'll be at peace when you are gone Don't come back, don't even rest Don't you try no more ~based off of Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas ~