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. Thomas Payne, Podcast number 28 28 with the media's wayward son.

Often leading the pack in my own world.

Certainly not part of the media sheep out there

It's okay to be a way

We're son folks out there

Or away where daughter

There's nothing wrong with that

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 blind man

Though my mic could think I still was a mad man

I hear the voices when I'm dreaming

I can hear them say

So you're going to pick out music for this show

Spent a lot of time Checking out lyrics and So you're going to pick out music for the show.

Spent a lot of time checking out lyrics and matching things up.

Once I rose above the noise and confusion, just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion,

I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high,

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