Does anyone know the way home?
Can anyone recall when it was traveled last?
The light is dying – the cold is coming fast.

I wish I could remember the way home.

Every path seems to wander free
Far from where I long to be
Spiral inward to that place –
A mother’s touch, a father’s face
‘Don’t you worry, It will be alright’
Is whispered by the morning light
Before each day seems to wander free

Far from where I long to be …

Does anyone know the way home?