There'll be peace when you are done

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  

Carry On My Wayward Son, Kansas