363 more to go til next new years and 45 more til Vegas.
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:
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
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 around 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
Happy new life....
Husband
And if I claim to be a wise man, well It surely means that I don't know
